Melody Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

It distracts me for a moment, from the pain in my chest but it's still nothing in comparison. "Oh my gosh! You're bleeding." I flinch once I feel someone touching my hand, my eyes flying open. I find Renata kneeling in front of me. I snatch my hands away from her grip causing another torrent of pain to flow through my body. I toss my head back, closing my eyes in an attempt to get rid of the pain. It doesn't work and I let out another groan. "Gray, look at me." I open my eyes to find her climbing my laps. I'm in way too much pain to care so I just ignore her, looking away. She holds my face in her hands, forcing me to look at her.

However, he was already looking out the window. “…you think I’m Andrea? Hmph, I’ll let you know how wrong you are.” Melody pulled on her skirt that rode so high from her fall. She closed the door and stomped along the hallway to get to the company. After all, she didn’t have her phone. Something important might come up, and she didn’t want to be left in the dark… especially when VNVS was grossing higher than them now. …

I managed to whisper, my eyes fluttering shut. "The ledger is finished," Silas said, his voice a low rumble that was blissfully silent in my head. No psychic echo. No judgment. Just the cold wind. "Now we start the design for your ghost." As he carried me toward the Northern Citadel, I felt the "Voice" of the Crescent Pack finally fade into static. Roman was screaming into the void, but for the first time in a long while, I couldn't hear him. The pavement had cracked. And I had finally fallen through.

Jackie's phone slid out of his hand and fell to the ground with a thud. He stared at the kissing scene on the screen, then at the guests' faces. The erstwhile partners who raised a toast earlier took a step back. The whispers in the corner were the first to break the silence, and whispers turned into roars. "He crossed the Olivieros? Is he mad?" "A 750-million-dollar investment? Yeah, right. It's going to kill him." "He's deep in debt, and his partners are pulling out. His company's going bankrupt. He's done for."

While comforting her, he had continued slamming against the door. With a faint crack, the door had finally given way. Cold air carrying the scent of rain had rushed in violently. The wind had cut across her face like blades, yet it had carried the sharp, precious sensation of survival. Laura had even caught a glimpse of the sky beyond, the oppressive gray now glaringly bright. The door had opened. Gritting his teeth, James had continued carrying her toward the slope, the mudslide gradually receding from her sight. They were safe. Just as that thought had crossed her mind, her vision had begun to spin wildly.

"I can't take it this time. I really can't... "Come back! Let's talk it out. We'll do it your way, okay?" I heard his desperate plea. I saw the tears that carved paths down his cheeks. However, my heart felt nothing. "No, Charles, this is goodbye for good. You won't find me again. "I'm going to get married, have kids, find someone who loves me and whom I love, and I'll have the happy life I deserve." His lips trembled. "Summer, please, don't—"

My wolf, Luna, severed our connection hours ago—her suffering even more excruciating than mine. The only cure that could save us was just taken next door. My breathing grows shallow, each inhale more difficult than the last. My extremities have gone cold. Eventually, I lose even the strength to blink, and my heart stutters to a stop. The last sound I register is cheering from the adjacent room. Vivian has recovered from the wolfsbane poisoning—at the cost of my life. I refuse this ending. Something—perhaps the Moon Goddess herself—tears my spirit from my body. I become a ghost, unseen by the living, able to move through solid objects.

Sadly enough, in the eyes of the swans, it’s a crazy woman shouting at nothing, and in the eyes of the aurums, it’s a master angered at its escaping hybrid. Sal shrugs away the negative thoughts, skipping her way towards the entrance of ZM dance academy. If Faradiso was a town of blossoms then Omelaisse would be a city of passion, with drunks driving their way back home and singing their hearts out for their crushed ambitions and kids chasing their life away for dreams before the chance is taken away like a butterfly out of grasp. Sal was lucky, taken in by Cerise’s father before Cerise was even born along with twelve other hollows that paid her no mind as she kept her hopes high to keep dan

Rohan began, placing his glass down and gesturing for the bartender to refill it. "What's there to know?" Avery started, tucking a few strands of her hair behind her ears. She sighed and squeezed her hand, a hint of sadness in her voice. "You see, I've faced my fair share of struggles. Life has tossed me into storms I never thought I could weather. I've felt the sting of heartbreak, the ache of loss, and the loneliness that comes with shattered dreams. My mom died, my dad got diagnosed with dementia, and I have to bear the burden alone," she shared, her voice filled with pain.

and the next sound I heard was the door banging sound, he closed it the same loud way he closed himself again, and out of my life I couldn't cry, I was far beyond crying, but the most saddest part of it all was that at that very point, I could literally no longer feel my heart anymore, cause it was dead... I was the living dead