Not What He Seems Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

As I passed by a wide gym room door, I couldn't help but look inside, and my eyes landed on a gorgeous male who was shirtless whilst lifting a heavy weight; his wet hair was covering half of his face, and all his sharp chiselled muscles were flexing as he pushes up and down. As he clicked back the weight and looked up, our eyes met and he was confused but then showed a surprised look. I immediately walked past the gym and continued walking my way. If my thoughts were right, he should be one of the 'Fifteen finest' of the school; he might have heard a rumour or two about me. "It seems this school is going to be much more interesting than I thought", I muttered. Grace POV

Attraction is simple. This is alignment under pressure. This is being pulled into an orbit that doesn’t ask if you’re ready. Tomorrow will be worse. Not because something will happen….. ….but because nothing will. And restraint, I’m learning, is its own kind of gravity.

-Neiwei? Alerted by the commotion, two balls of mist leapt from the fourth floor where the failed helper stood, to the falling man. It was as though the balls of mist had figured out a way to manipulate gravity because they gained on the falling man at such an alarming rate that the situation looked almost hopeful. I was now invested in the scene for a whole other reason. Neiwei? I tore my body from ‘what’s his name’s’ grip, as though I was stuck in a trance, trying my hardest to identify the man who was falling too fast for my eyes to clarify his physic.

the old man replied, "but the higher you go, the stronger the pressure becomes. Those with weaker strength may be unable to scale these steps." The crowd’s expressions fell at this revelation. The peculiar gravity made it clear that this place was no sanctuary for experts. Prolonged exposure to its effects could be perilous. Realizing their own strength might be insufficient, some in the group began to fear they might not even have a chance to advance.

Even the veins on Sky’s hand started bulging as he yelled, “I really mean it! I really can’t hold on any longer. I’m really going to fall off. Brother Rockefeller, save me…” He clenched his fingers tightly. The recesses on the Sword of the Universe were not that deep, but he did not have any strength and his fingers started loosening their grips one by one till he flipped over and cried out in distress. Finally, he felt like he had fallen to the ground. He looked up in the sky with a pale look. “Sh*t! Am I dead already? I must’ve turned into a pile of flesh from falling so high up.” At this time, he saw a woman holding a little girl walking past him. The little girl looked at him strangely a

“You still have time to worry about each other. Let’s think about that once we get back home.” “You are right. Let’s go back. Can you remember the way out?” Lance lifted his chin and said, “Of course. What do you take me for?” “A man who almost lost his consciousness after seeing a ghost.” “Hey! That… It’s your fault. Why were you crawling in the ground by the way? That was creepy.” “I did not crawl. I fell.” “With your hair down?” “That’s because of gravity! Have you ever seen a person fall with her hair turning upward?”

[Damn it, he backed out! What do I do, everyone? Please help!!! How can I get him to agree to come out?!] Aside from the commenters cheering him on, the same user who had first offered advice reappeared. [Does it have to be your buddy who takes the fall?] [Can't you just find someone else?] Simon replied, clearly displeased: [No. It has to be him. I just don't like him. You have no idea—during lunch today, the way he acted all high and mighty pissed me off. Anyway, I want to see him socially ruined and condemned by everyone!]

He tried to contort his frame to a role in which he should flip his head to look what changed into below him - or if there has been whatever below him. He should now unexpectedly see his legs. They had been growing, his toes like kites on his thin, wiry legs, slowly growing out in front of him, and above his head. There changed into his abdomen, splayed out beforehand of him. He changed into not being able to make out the rims of his waist due to the fluttering of his t-blouse withinside the wind, as he fell. The recognition had dawned. He should experience not anything beneath him. Even the air changed into nowhere. His arms had been flapping through his side. He felt the chest tightening,

Kade’s POV Falling should have a direction. Either down or forward Something your body understands. This had none. There was no air rushing past me, no sense of gravity pulling at my limbs. No ground rushing up to meet me. No sky above to orient against. Just movement. Endless, disjointed movement. Like being pulled through layers that did not belong to each other. I tried to breathe and my chest tightened. For a second, just a second—I thought I could not.