Tony Valentine Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I asked, walking toward the hole in the ground. I hadn't gone any distance when I saw Valerie rising up from the ground. She had landed safely on top of the large circle, which served as the top of the tower elevator and covered the lava well. She rose to the level of the ground I stood on and stopped. “I'm definitely not okay; I think I broke a bone trying to sacrifice myself,” Valerie replied. I burst into laughter, tears streaming from my eyes as I rushed to hug her. “What happened? I thought you were a goner,” I said, placing my palms on her cheeks.

"Damian thinks he just threw away a piece of trash. He has no idea he just handed the Sterling family the weapon that is going to burn his entire empire to the ground." —- A sharp, sterile scent of eucalyptus and rubbing alcohol dragged Valerie back to consciousness. She didn't open her eyes immediately. Her entire body felt heavy, aching with a deep, bone-deep exhaustion, but the freezing chill that had been eating her alive was gone. Instead, she was wrapped in a suffocating, heavy warmth. She shifted slightly, the friction of smooth, incredibly expensive white silk sheets sliding against her bare skin. Valerie’s eyes snapped open.

“But release her. Now, Rico.” For a long, tense second, it felt like Rico wouldn’t listen. Then suddenly, his fingers loosened. Valentina crumpled to the floor the moment he let go, coughing hard, clutching her throat as she sucked in air. Her body trembled as she gasped, trying to breathe properly again. Rico didn’t look at her for long. He straightened slowly and turned to face the room, his chest rising and falling as he fought to steady himself.

The lamp I had kept burning late into the night—was that just a burden in his eyes? Then came a seductive laugh from the background. I didn’t need to guess who it belonged to. I felt nothing but the weight of sleep pressing on my eyes. “Didn’t Dario tell you, Fran? We’re already divorced. You really don’t need to get validation from me. Unless…” I heard that delicate laugh abruptly stop, so I continued, “Unless you’re insecure, of course. Or maybe Dario hasn’t promised to make you his wife yet? “So that’s why you’re so eager to prove something… right?”

My mom was always good at helping me unwind, and the evening felt like a peaceful escape from the overwhelming start to college life. After dinner, I headed up to my room, tired but not quite ready to sleep. I took a long shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension in my muscles. The steam seemed to clear my mind a little, but as I stood under the spray, Jamie’s words echoed in the back of my thoughts. “I like you, Julia Watson.” It was frustrating. Why couldn’t I shake those words from my head? I wasn’t supposed to care, but somehow, I did. The thought of Jamie—his confidence, that stupid smirk, and the way he’d said it—kept circling around my mind.

The moment Valerie announced his punishment of not wanting to be with him anymore he felt like he had lost a piece of him. After a week Valerie got discharged from the hospital and went back to the orphanage. Sean Valentino had no relationship with Valerie or any of the orphanage matters anymore. Valerie was already sold to Sinister with a written agreement. Sinister also made sure to send every month a good amount to the orphanage. He had asked the head of the orphanage to stop taking money from Valentino’s and he will handle the expenses which the owner did. A lot of things had returned to track. But there was still one thing that wasn’t ready to listen to him and come to track.

Bailey: The infected seeing the blood from Rebecca's hand drives them even crazier and they start to shake the whole helicopter. As they shake it, they tip it over, and before I can do anything, I slide off. "Crap," I yell, barely managing to hold on. One hand grabbing onto the other, I keep both of them wrapped around the helicopter's tail. Struggling to keep from falling, I look at Rebecca, Tristan, and even Chuck. Rebecca and Drifter are also hanging, trying their best not to fall.

he confirmed, though I noticed he was scanning the corridor ahead a little too carefully for someone who was completely unbothered. We moved deeper in, our footsteps swallowed by the low eerie soundtrack bleeding from speakers hidden in the walls. Around the first corner, a figure dropped from the ceiling directly in front of us. "Ahh!" I screamed. Everett grabbed me by the waist pulling me back as the actor, dressed in a torn hospital gown, cackled and shuffled away into the dark. "I hate you," I breathed, my heart slamming against my ribs. "You're doing great," Everett said, his voice shaking slightly from suppressed laughter.

I fall to the ground, and a painful groan escapes my lips feeling something breaking only to heal itself. "I'm sorry, but I won't let you interfere in our plans," I sit up, Kyro hovers over me. His tone - emotionless. "I don't want to kill you, Kyro," I breathe, staring up at him. A sad, sardonic smile sits on his face. "Too late, Valerie," I see him coming, his weapons glints as it comes down and pierces into my stomach. His eyes widen - shocked. I don't know what it is about Kyro - I just want to help him.

she whispered, trying to compose herself. Valerie’s voice cracked as she spoke. “Thank you, Gracie. I love you so much. You’ve been my rock through all this.” “You will make it through, I promise”, Gracie assured. The two friends shared a heart-wrenching hug, both of them struggling to hold back tears. As they pulled away, Gracie’s eyes met Valerie’s, filled with a deep sadness and concern. Gracie slowly backed away, giving Valerie space to make her call. As she stepped out of the room, she saw the doctor waiting by the door, his face somber and serious.