Melody Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"Nora. Look at what people are saying online. 'The socialite wife of a rich heir is actually the daughter of a call girl.' Haha! So your mom was a prostitute!" My vision went black. The mechanical heart thumped in my chest. The pain nearly made me faint. She had taken my heart, so why was she cruel still? My mother was already dead! Chance frowned at me and asked, "What now? Jenny has just recovered. Don't upset her," he said. I lunged to snatch the phone. "Enough!" he yelled. He shoved me, causing me to stumble and fall down the stairs. The mechanical heart whirred inside me.

Zachary, who cared so much about his reputation, finally had no choice but to slam the necrospermia diagnosis on the table the third time Tiffany caused a scene. "You think I didn't see those videos of you with other men? I have necrospermia. You go sleep with other men and try to pin it on me? Keep dreaming!" "Did you see those videos?" Tiffany asked. "How the hell did you even get a hold of them?" When Tiffany was publicly confronted with the truth, she nearly lost it. She charged at Zachary with a scream, desperate to tear his mouth off. But she was no match for him. In the chaos of their struggle, she lost the baby.

I try to call for Drew but my mouth won’t move. I can’t raise my hand either. My body starts to feel heavy, like I’m underwater. I don’t feel the pain anymore because my body starts to float into nothingness. Am I dying? Is this what it feels like to finally let go of this world? I don’t want to go yet, I’ve not even told Drew that I love him. I’ve not said yes to his proposal. I can’t just leave. My body says otherwise as it lures me deeper into the water. It’s a struggle trying to hold on but the darkness looming ahead wins, wrapping my body in its cold embrace.

Since her eyes are closed, she didn't see the ledge she is approaching. "Stop," Rebecca yells, her voice being heard for miles around. "What, what, what," the package says, stopping immediately. Her foot near the ledge, a piece of the street then crumble off and drop into the water below. The splashing it made as it drops sent the package falling back onto her ass. "Son of a bitch," Rebecca says. Not wanting to waste another second, Rebecca herself then steps onto the little silver of street between the two holes. "Hey," I say, almost stepping forward myself. Looking at the silver as Rebecca steps onto it, I notice it seems to be crumbling more. "Any more weight and the whole thing could bre

She tucked a few locks of her black hair behind her ear, dialed Amber’s number and placed the phone on her face. “Vanessa, Hiii…” Amber’s high-pitched voice blared through the phone. “Did you get my messages? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said it like a sigh. Her migraines were worsening, and she couldn’t tell if it was Amber’s voice that made it worse, or if it was the glaring sun burning over her head and causing all the cars in the park to glisten with a radiating yellow. “Amber, what do those pictures mean? That’s Tyler?” she asked, like she did not already know.

Meanwhile, Jane leaned into his embrace, her smile sweet and brilliant. With a click, the shutter sounded, and my vision blurred as tears welled up without warning. Jane took the camera, scrolling through the photos with satisfaction, completely unaware of my emotional turmoil. Evan, however, stepped closer to me, his voice a low rumble, "Why are you putting on that pathetic act, Melody? You didn't seem so sentimental when you threw me away like trash." I forced my tears back, lifted my head, and forced out a smile. "Aren't you overthinking things, Mr. Grey? We were incompatible, so let's not be dramatic about it, alright? I, for one, have never regretted breaking up with you."

"I need a sword." "Then go," the Voice roared. "Burn them all." Gravity returned with the force of a hammer. Vespera fell. She fell through the floor of the universe. She fell through time. She fell through the rain and the glass and the screams. The silence was ripped away. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The rhythmic, piercing sound of a machine. The smell of bleach. The sting of a needle in her arm. The crushing weight of a body that felt like it had been run over by a truck.

—Now— The mornings were getting heavier and heavier for Melody, who kept throwing up everything she ate for dinner and something else, each day when she woke up. She was tired of the sound her gagging made, she was tired of waking up her friend Lucy every time she threw up in the sink, which was inside Lucy’s room. Melody had never in her life felt as uncomfortable as she did at that moment.

My cries, so weak and powerless, were drowned out by the noise around me. And yet, that woman's voice clearly reached my ears. She said, "Time's up." With every ounce of strength, I managed to lift my head slightly from the rough ground and looked desperately at the shattered phone screen. With a push from the man, Melody fell down the window. "Ah!" I opened my mouth, emitting a sound that meant nothing. The world spun, and my eyes rolled upward to their limit. Through unfamiliar faces filled with fear and disdain, I gazed at the pure white sky.

How could that b*tch’s daughter play her piano? Before Dew realized it, she had already rushed into the living room and pushed Melody away. Melody was playing the piano. Her fingers swept over the keys quickly, and she was so close…. so close to figuring out which part had gone wrong. But at that moment, a strong breeze blew over. It completely lifted her. One second she was sitting on the high bench, and the next, she had unexpectedly fallen. The bench was for adults, so it was tall. When Melody hit the ground, she screamed in pain.