Novelas y relatos de Mabel Gravity Falls

Everything felt wrong, fundamentally so—in a way that I couldn’t even begin to understand. I always thought that the hole leading to different dimensions was just flat, 2-D and you could get to your destination as soon as you walked in. I didn’t think it’d be this vast and complex. A way that made my human brain want to shut down completely. And then, suddenly, within the blink of an eye, we were falling. I screamed the entire way down until we slammed hard into the ground—actual, solid ground—and I sucked in a sharp breath of air so cold it burned my lungs. Snow. We’d landed in snow, the powder so deep it rose past my knees.

"That's just impossible. How could it be you? It absolutely can't be! What kind of joke is this?" However, her swaying body betrayed her panicked emotions. She braced herself against the desk and made a phone call. Her voice was hoarse, nearly unrecognizable. "I want you to look into where Felix lived as a child and send me all his childhood photos. I want to see all his information in an hour!" After that, she collapsed into the chair and repeatedly muttered, "What kind of joke is this…" Just then, Michael came to find Natalie while holding a booklet excitedly.

Rain hammered against the ruined train cars hard enough to make the metal groan. Nova Reyes tightened her grip on the rusted crowbar in her hand as she climbed through the narrow opening between two collapsed seats. Water dripped from the ceiling onto the back of her neck. The flashlight strapped to her wrist flickered.

To completely bring down the Russian Mafia. My phone buzzed. Gabriella. Finally. I answered immediately. "You're alive" "Disappointed?" I smiled. "There she is" Gabby laughed heartily. The sound of her laughter eased some of the tension in my chest. "I need a favour" I kept my voice low. "Can you check on Nana for me? Just a few days, I'm... away. For work" "What happened to Nana?" She asked shocked. "She had a heart attack" I breathed out.

She was just a human being crushed under forty years of unpayable debt. Mabel slowly slid off her wooden stool, her old knees dropping onto the hard stone floorboards right at Amelia’s feet. She didn’t look at me and she didn’t look at Lucas. She held up her trembling, ink-stained palms, tears falling freely now as she looked up into Amelia’s pale, rigid face.

He leaned back, rubbing tired eyes — And whispered the truth he hadn’t meant to discover: “She’s not glitter.” A heartbeat. “She’s gravity.” And Cameron knew — he wasn’t drifting anymore. He was falling.

The bunny hopped up her arm and clung onto the chains binding her hands. The chains clanged and fell to the ground, Eloise ignored the pain she felt as she struggled and rose to her feet. She created a metal staff and used it to support herself; she tried to take a step forward. The metal staff clanged against the hard floor as her feet buckled and she fell to the ground. A fit of choking and coughing, followed by uncontrolled vomiting and wheezing, turned into crying and screaming in frustration.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Carter was stunned, “You beast! You knew you were the only one I slept with, unlike you it seems who probably slept with all the women in the world. You, horrible, deceitful and lying vermin. Mabel was hysterical that she started hitting him until Carter caught her hand and pushed her roughly. She was basically thrown. She was thrown face down on a couch and her stomach hit the hard edge of the couch. She was in horrible pain and she could not stop the cry escaping her lips. She felt something wet oozing down her legs and she was horrified to see blood pooling on the floor. The sight of her blood prompted Carter to flee the hotel in haste not bothering to collect his filming materials. Mabel

It was in anticipation. “Gran?” Her voice wafted over me, prickling my skin and causing my breath to catch. I turned, and my chest compacted as I watched her approach hesitantly, eyeing me warily as she held up a glass of champagne that she had for Mabel. “Oh, thank goodness,” Mabel said, bustling past me to reach for the glass. “I need to wash my mouth out something fierce. That little pastry I had, whatever the hell it was, tasted like ass.”