Triangle Guy From Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Tristan said, looking sideways at me as we stood there. “No way,” I snapped. I scanned our surroundings, hoping to find something to grab onto. I found nothing. Am I going to die here? The concrete above our heads began to crumble. Falling down. Tristan gripped my hand tighter, his eyes shut. I looked up, watching the slab descend. I thrust my hand straight up. I didn’t care that the object was glowing red—this was my only way out. I grabbed the piece of falling concrete just before the water from the fire hose struck us.

he just says simply. The corners of my mouth turn up in a tight smile “I just need to pick it up?” I ask sweetly which takes him aback as he takes a step backward. “Yes?” I nod before bending down to grab the fliers. I slowly stand up, able to see the smile on his face. He probably thinks he won. He stretches his hand to take them from me which leaves him unprotected and vulnerable to what I’m about to do next. Folding all my fingers in. I throw a punch directly on his face, the loud crunch I hear giving me a deadly satisfaction as his expression takes in the one of agony.

Georgia was by her side, stroking her hair. The activity seemed to move further back where I couldn’t see as well, but finding strength from somewhere I teleported to the top of the dome, desperate to take in what was happening. I watched as Godfrey shot nearly to me at the top and winked. Then with his crazy speed, he rammed his body into the ground, shaking the earth below. I raised my head to look off into the distance toward the human town, just as the solid base underneath me gave out. Before I knew it I was free falling in thin air, powerless to stop it as my energy was wiped. I hit something with a thud, only … it didn’t hurt.

My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived. I have two sisters, Emerald age seventeen and Nephrite age sixteen, and one brother, Zircon age twelve. I was the only true Triad child of all three of our parents. “Sapphire. We are not trying to make you do something that you don’t want to do, but if you want to find your mate this is something you will have to do. The High Priestess and Dravo Darkfang will be going with you and Maxia Voltage and a few knights. We do hope that you will go with them and find where you are needed and belong,” Alpha Logan said as Luna Morgan came up to me and embraced me softly.

“Who poured this?” “We did,” Elizabeth heard the triplets' voices and looked at them. They were standing at the widened door with smiles on their faces. “If you don't leave our daddy's house, you are going to suffer,” Aziel said, hatefully. “Yeah, you can't live with us anymore,” Alden said, with a sheepish smile on his lips. “You little brats!” Elizabeth yelled, but as she tried standing to her feet, the oil made her slip again. This time she fell hard on the floor.

The feeling was starting from my feet and slowly making it's way to my entire body. "Wh... What... What did you give me?" "It's not your business, Gloria." By this time, tears filled my eyes, threatening to fall. Due to the weakness I was feeling in my limps, I stumbled and because I could not balance, I fell on the floor face flat.

“I don’t exactly know what happened but he just got home and he started throwing things and he’s shot. He won’t let me treat him.” I sighed at her. If he doesn’t want to be treated by Greta what more if I ask him right? “What made you think that he’s gonna listen to me? He’s stubborn.” She looked at me intently. “Then would you rather see him die?” “Fine! Geez, stop guilt-tripping me.” She shrugged. This old hag is such a pain in the ass. I started to walk in their grand staircase. I was shocked because I manage to go upstairs even if I am trembling. I am also afraid of him. But me taming him, got me a little excitement.

A collective gasp filled the room as it tipped forward, liquid sloshing inside, ready to spill over me. Someone screamed. I didn’t move. Fear locked my limbs in place. I ducked my head and covered my eyes, bracing for the sting and burn. But the impact never came. Instead, I felt an arm wrapped around my waist. Strong. Solid. The jar was caught mid-fall. The scent of something darker than chemicals surrounded me. Masculine, warm and familiar. My heart slammed against my ribs as I looked up. One of the triplets had entered earlier to speak with the lab assistant. I hadn’t realized he was still there. He must have moved impossibly fast.

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

I mutter as I throw my leg over the windowsill. I hold on tight as I swing my other leg out, then find my footing between the holes in the trellis. Slowly, I start to move down, searching for spaces to hold onto. Suddenly, I hear the wood snap. I suck in a breath, then the trellis pulls away from the house, making me shriek. No! I climb down further, but the wood must be worn with age, and it gives way. Another shriek escapes me as I fall. I hit the ground so hard my teeth clatter, and a sharp pain flares through my right hand and wrist.