Grunkle Stan Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

“Just—just stay right here and try to contain that thing inside your dimension.” Before Kleint could argue, the headmaster already backed out, gathering some speed. He sprinted for a moment and, with no more than a leap, he rose six feet from the ground… seven feet… eight feet… until he became no more than an insignificant dot in the air. “Do you think he’ll be okay?” said Granny, looking up at the sky with tears glistening on her cheeks.

He brushed off the dirt from her clothes and said, "I told you to stay still, yet you just could not stop moving around up there. Won't you look at yourself? Did you really think that the thin branches could support your weight?" Felicity glared at him and pushed him down to the ground. "Would I have fallen to the ground if you could be just a little useful and catch me?" Vermont pressed his hands against the grass and laughed. "Do you think we're filming an idol drama? I can never beat gravity no matter how fast I run." "You're full of excuses!" Felicity got up and brushed off the dirt from her pants. Then, she picked up her phone and continued to make the call.

"Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!" When I walked in, I finally saw what was happening. Samson was helping Celia learn to ride a bike out in the yard, holding her steady as she wobbled along. In the end, Celia shrieked, fell off the bike, and tumbled right into his arms. "Sam, am I really that stupid? Why can't I get the hang of this after so long?" Samson's voice was gentle. "You'll get it. Just keep practicing." Celia's smile was radiant. "Sam, you're the best!"

Their unhappy marriage had been an open secret among the relatives for a long time. Everyone knew but pretended not to see it for the sake of appearances. But today, everything had been dragged into the open. The glamorous marriage they had flaunted since the wedding had completely fallen apart. - That Friday, I went home after work to have dinner with my parents. The moment I opened the door, I saw two large suitcases sitting in the entryway. A bad feeling crept up immediately. Sure enough, Monica was sitting on the couch. She said Howard's mistress was pregnant, and it was a boy.

Just the essentials. Just her unborn daughter. She flicked off the lights, plunging the apart ment into darkness, then slipped through the kitchen and out the back door, an emergency exit leading to an outdoor stairwell. Cold air slapped her face. Her lungs seized. No footsteps behind her. No voice. No shadow. For a moment she thought she had escaped the stranger’s notice, until she reached the bottom of the stairwell and frozed cause she felt it was all a dream.

Right at that moment, Gavin came home and stepped in through the door too, with Lucas behind him. "Mom! Dad! You're back!" Stanley was just about to answer him when he suddenly noticed a huge hickey peeking out from beneath Gavin's white shirt collar. He immediately looked at Lucas, who shot him an apologetic smile. Everyone noticed the exchange, and suddenly, a series of embarrassed coughs echoed across the living room hall. Stanley shot to his feet and walked toward the door. "I think I stepped into the wrong house. I'm going out to calm down for a while."

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Dominic slammed his bare foot onto the metal roof at the exact same millisecond, channeling his residual Alpha mass to anchor my gravity well. The air didn't just thin—it compressed with the force of a hydraulic press. CRACK. The massive, reinforced steel pillars supporting Vance’s elevated observation platform violently buckled inward. The reversed gravity vector tore the bolts straight out of the concrete walls with the sound of a firing squad. "What?! The grid is collapsing!" the tech specialist screamed, his console exploding in a shower of white-hot sparks as the platform tilted at a sickening forty-five-degree angle. The lead Stalker lost his footing, his heavy armor sending him slidin

Subconsciously, I got up to my feet and walked straight to the whiteboard, took the small marker that was cradled there, and uncapped it. The markings flashed faster and faster, rendering me dizzy. Without knowing it, I began engraving them on the board. My hand seemed to be moving on its own accord as it hurried to match the pace of the signs that tornadoed in front of my eyes. In just a heartbeat, the room started closing in on me, making my head so lightheaded. I wrote. The sudden lightness engulfed me and slowly, it felt like I was ascending into thin air. The ground beneath me gave out and gravity changed the game.

He was sitting there as if gravity meant nothing to him. I pushed the door open a little wider and stepped further out onto the balcony, my mouth slightly agape in shock as I tried to see the person’s face clearly. But before I could make out any distinct features or recognize who he was, he moved. With a sudden, fluid motion, he leaped off the railing and jumped straight down toward the ground below—from the second floor! My heart leaped into my throat. No!