Melody Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

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.

Chapter Fourteen Arthur’s POV Melody charges onto the field with grace and fury. She moves like she owns the ground beneath her feet. Strong, steady, balanced. Her shoulders are squared, her chin lifted, her gaze unwavering. The Melody I remember had a softness to her. A quiet, shy presence that tried to make itself smaller in the shadow of grief. This Melody? She stands like she’s carved from the moon itself. Dane whistles low beside me. “Bloody hell. She’s not playing, is she?”

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.

When I look into the mirror I see five of myself, all looking pale. Is it the wine? My fears are confirmed when I cough blood into the pristine sink. The red hue moves slowly down the drain as I start to fall. It has never been this painful before. I try to hold on tighter but my hand is slipping, my breath becoming heavier. “Drew…” I try to scream, but my body meets the floor before I can make a sound. The beeping of machines is like a distant song that’s all too familiar. It draws me out from an otherwise dreamless sleep which feels good for a change.

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.

"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.