Old Goldie Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

A white-hot rage, born of utter powerlessness, consumed me. With a guttural cry, I fumbled with the clasp, my fingers shaking with fury and withdrawal. I yanked that damn watch from my arm, the metal band snapping with a final, pathetic chime. I hurled it onto the pavement with all my strength. It skittered across the concrete, the hologram of Michael’s concerned face winking out as it landed by a lamb post. A sudden, deafening silence descended, broken only by the sound of my ragged breathing.

She had never experienced something like this before. Looking to her left, she saw Goldy and wolfy playing in the snow, seemingly just as fascinated with this foreign substance as herself. Soon, her parents joined her in the snow, she saw her mother fall to the ground flat on her back. She outstretched her hands and feet and moved them up and down making what she called snow angels in the snow and it looked like fun so she joined her.

“Uomini meravigliosi (gorgeous men).” She stared at her computer screen in her office as she looked through Damian’s business. His grandfather had started it and it had been passed down, each man expanding it and making it excel. Theirs wasn’t the only trading company, but it had become the strongest, and as of right now, the wealthiest. Which was in part, why Angel thought the contract was ideal.

But because Vanessa told her it would take the devil to continue draining the man of everything he had. It was how Amber survived, without ever doing actual work. She had these grey eyes, and round face, that compelled people to want to take care of her. Her blonde hair was always styled to make her appear elegant, and it was only after spending time with her that the facade became glaring.

Mel and Kasey are only half sober. It was already morning when we decided to go home. Cameron carried Clark, the guy can’t even stand up on his own. Mel was helping Landon, since they’re both small. Kasey can walk by himself, thankfully. And I’m assisting Matthew. Clark, Kasey and Landon are riding with Cameron. I’ll have Matthew and Mel on Matthew’s car. After dropping the four in their quarters, Cameron will drive us to our apartment

The old man trembled as she walked in front of Goldie’s grave, tears falling as he said, “Goldie…” “Get lost right now!” A fierce voice could be heard behind him.

Aliyah's POV My stomach lurched as I fell, the sensation of gravity disappearing as it swallowed me whole. I tried to scream for Skylar, for Tyler, but the gag in my mouth turned my cry into a pathetic, muffled sob. The fall didn’t last as long as I expected. I hit something hard, not stone, but a thick layer of moss that smelled like old blood and stagnant water. The impact knocked the wind out of me. I rolled across the damp floor of whatever we had landed in, my silver chains clanking against the ground.

Goldie could only look back, and Leonardo could see that he was a little bit confused. “Like, uh - Boom! Kapow!” He quickly adds, hoping that onomatopoeia helps him understand. Goldie looks at the car and nods. He promptly lets go of Leonardo and raises his hands. The car begins to glow with the same color as always. It floats off the ground, reaching about two meters high before violently crashing into the ground. “Okay, I think that should do it,” Leonardo says in a haste. He turns to the wall and then looks back at Goldie. The young man notices his gaze, and without any warning, he sends him flying over the wall.

Null-Field: Collapsed, sending a massive feedback pulse into the Syndicate's monitors. The Slums: The copper wires melted and fell away, finally disconnecting the people from the deadly grid. The Silence of the Spires With a final, deafening crack, the golden beam dissipated. Lyra fell to her knees, her golden skin dimmed to a soft, pale glow. She was exhausted, but the "pull" was gone.

It's disorienting and I'm beginning to feel claustrophic when Graydon--only a few steps ahead of me--cries out as he slips, his arms flailing. race toward him and grab his arm just as he's about to tumble down a sludge-covered staircase. We have a few seconds to look at each other with relief before I lose my balance and we both go tumbling painfully down with a sickening thwack-thwack sound each time a head or arm or leg hits the hard surface.