Not What He Seems Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Leo is not a push over. "No"

I hissed in a low voice, hoping that people would not get wind of what we were arguing about. He leaned in, his eyes darting into mine. “I am not invested. And I am not your enemy here, Ley.” Yeah? He wasn’t? I was supposed to believe that? He continued, his face so close to mine that I was beginning to heat up. “We won’t be back here until after the medical seminar on the coast. You don’t want to go to the seminar with that thing, do you? Besides,” he leaned in even closer now, making me lean back a little. “Don’t tell me you want Dr. Aldrich to see you as a bad, disobedient, chubby doll.”

of the cookies Gianni's mother baked. When he got better, she made a mental note to never ask for or receive his help because she felt he had gone through more than enough already because of trying to help her. Looking at it critically, the fall was solely her fault, she was the one who wanted a treehouse because almost all the kids in school had one, She was the one who kept tailing behind him, begging him to help her build one because, to her, he was the elder brother she never had, she was the one that wailed nonstop when he had told her he wouldn't do it and when he finally did, her happiness was short-lived. She remembered running over to him only to realize that he was bleeding, she h

​The air in the Brooklyn bookstore was stale, smelling of dust, old paper, and the sharp, ozone tang of a dying server. For the first time in 156 chapters, the gravity didn't feel like a "Simulated Weight"—it felt like a burden. Nora Davis felt the ache in her knees and the raw, stinging cold of the April wind whistling through the door.

I blurt out, full of real remorse. “Can you climb? Are you hurt?” his raspy voice glosses over how shaky I sound and pushes me to focus on the fact that we are still very much hanging on the side of muddy walls over a steep fall. Trembling all over as adrenaline hits me, and I can see that even with strength and power, he can’t do much while holding me and him in a position that doesn’t give him many options. He’s not worried about falling or dying because he will heal or even dissipate into dust and reappear elsewhere, but he knows he can’t let me go. I'm disabling him. It’s not a lack of strength or ability, but how precarious it is and how easy a slip will be. He can’t stop me from fallin

“I could have taken you down harder. Could’ve twisted wrong. I should’ve—” “You should’ve fallen,” she interrupted. “You did. Gravity works. The important part is that you didn’t tear anything in the process.” He frowned. “That’s not—” “This is rehab,” she said, cutting him off again, a little too quickly. “You fall. You get up. You do it again. It’s not a metaphor. It’s physics and muscle memory.” He studied her for a long beat. “Right,” he said finally. “Just physics.”

He had to confirm, in the most direct and even undignified way, that he was still trapped in that damned gravitational field he could never escape. Images rose in his mind against his will, my look towards Theo's tent on Dorset nights, my distant expression when I spoke about Theo under the Northumberland stars, and countless moments during routine briefings when my eyes held that mix of desire and pain. The clear future Sylvia described suddenly felt distant and unreal. In its place came a hotter, darker panic. When a real crisis arrived, the gravitational centre seemed to tilt without hesitation towards Theo. And he, was he still the irreplaceable attractor? Reason was screaming, let her g

“What are you afraid of? What can he possibly do to us?” With that, she grabbed a kitchen knife and started sawing at my safety rope. The wind was already whipping me around, and with the rope getting thinner and thinner, I was on the verge of falling to my death. Terrified, I swung wildly, trying to find any foothold or surface to steady myself. The ridiculous sight made Derek burst into laughter. “Look at him! He looks like a clown doing some over-the-top stunt in a circus!” Wanting to entertain him even more, Bailey dug into the rope with extra force.

The air around him seemed heavier, like gravity bent toward him. And the red right of the club made him look like The God of Hell had stepped down from his throne himself. My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away. My steps faltered in the dance. Frederick noticed. “Grace?”But I barely heard him. Because that devil straightened slowly, set his glass down, and started toward the stairs. Coming for me.

If he had indeed lost control of himself and kissed Archer then and there, then he would have been no different from Brutus, taking advantage of Archer while he was powerless. Archer suddenly felt another dizzy spell. He couldn't even stand on his feet anymore.