Journal 2 Pages Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I launched upward, carrying her with me. Her scream tore into the night. At the apex of the jump, where gravity hesitated for a fraction of a second, I released her. More like I threw her. She fell end over end. Her body struck the ground with a sound that was unmistakably wrong, wet and hollow. She coughed violently. Blood sprayed from her mouth and spattered the grass. My feet touched down moments later. Soft turf beneath me. Almost gentle. I walked toward her. Nearby, a student struggled with his car keys. His hands shook so badly they betrayed him. Metal clattered to the ground. He scooped them up. Dropped them again. A quiet, broken sound left his throat.

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

intimate sense. Isabelle's throat turned to sandpaper, but she refused to be intimidated by his obvious posturing. If she wanted this deal, she needed to match his confidence. Unable to take her attention away from his, she put her glass to her painted lips and took a deep, sensual drink, allowing a shimmering droplet to trickle down her neck. Then, retaining his searing gaze, she delicately ran her fingertip through the remaining fluid and sucked it between her lips with a soft gasp.

I begged silently, my heart pounding violently against my ribs as I struggled to keep my balance. I couldn’t fall, I couldn’t lose control, not now, not when there was so much at stake, but the moment three wolves lunged at me at the same time, I knew I had already lost that fight. I tried to step back, to escape their reach, but my foot slipped against loose gravel, and in that single, unforgiving moment, my balance gave out completely. The world tilted beneath me. “My baby.”A sharp gasp left my lips as my body fell backward, my hands reaching out for something, anything, but there was nothing there to hold onto, nothing to stop the inevitable as gravity pulled me down.

"He’s dragging us back to a version of the story where we’re still Victims!" ​The Gravity of the Anchor ​The Respiration plummeted through a tunnel of "Scrapped Scenes." Nora watched in horror as the viewport showed them flying backward past the Colosseum of Critics, past the Nebula of the Drafts, and straight toward the dark, jagged maw of the Abyssal Anchor.

At least… for now. Elara pulled into a secluded corner, killed the engine, and sat there for a moment. Her breath trembled, fogging the glass. She had done it. She had actually done it. The six-story building above her was silent at this hour. Perfect. The fewer witnesses who saw her arrive, the safer she was. She lifted a hand to wipe away tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Fear, exhaustion and relief they tangled together into something heavy and unsteady. Her unborn daughter moved again, a small flutter beneath her ribs, reminding her that she didn’t have the luxury of breaking down.

My body dropped instantly, just like a kite that had lost its string. The wind screamed in my ears as I fell. Faintly, I could still hear the manic laughter coming from the twelfth floor. The overwhelming weightlessness wiped out every thought in my mind. Then, my body crashed into the ground with a violent impact. It felt like every bone in me shattered at once. Pain shot through me like sharp knives, spreading from my right leg throughout my entire body. I could feel the bone in my right leg break. The agony was so intense that I couldn’t stop myself from groaning. Sweat and tears poured out uncontrollably, soaking my clothes in seconds.

Everything was against me in the fraction of this second as it was displayed and I could feel my hold slip off but still, I toiled with exertion till the pain in my hand made it known that I couldn't hold on any longer and I let go. The first weightless feel came as I had defaulted the law of gravity and in punishment, being led straight to my doom. A single moment that had my thoughts gushing and erupting like the moving speed of a waterfall and I began to wonder in that bleak second, what awaited me on the way down? Will it be a rock to divide the shell of my skull into two or would I allow myself to drown in its deepness that held a toll of vulturous animals willing to finish up the piece

We went through the window together — glass exploding outward, cold night air rushing in, the ground-floor drop suddenly not a drop at all but a three-story plummet that I registered a half-second too late— We fell. Vivian screamed. I didn’t. The world rotated — building, sky, building, sky — and in the half-second before impact I looked up and found the moon. Full. Bright. Beautiful. Kael, I thought. Then the ground arrived.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Lysander’s hand was on her throat. "You were a useful tool," he whispered. "But the contract is up." "No," Vespera tried to scream. "No, I changed it! I fixed it!" "You can't fix gravity," Lysander laughed. His fingers opened. The drop. The sickening lurch of her stomach into her throat. The rush of air roaring like a train. The terrifying acceleration. She was falling. Falling toward the cold asphalt. Toward the end. And this time, there was no waking up.