Uncle Ford Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Ford patted Ellen's head and said, "Good job, you're extremely good at what you're doing." Mr. Ford inquires, "So, what happened to Jeffrey Stenhouse, hmm?" "He's dead uncle and da*mn he's horny and keeps looking at my body," Ellen grumbled, but nothing was scarier than seeing Mr. Ford's expression... .... To Be Continued....

Jason grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “You’re hurting me, Jason!” She whined as she tried to shrug off his grip, but he didn’t let go. “Listen to me!” He snapped. “We need to find a way to get my uncle to change his mind. If he pressed charges, my father and grandmother will have my head.” Charlotte huffed and turned her face away. “Either let me go or I won’t talk to you.” Jason’s jaw twitched, but he released his grip on her shoulders and raised his hands in surrender.

Derrick was somewhat a gentleman. He had a way with words. He believed in dialogue. He would verbally prowl around a woman until when she was in his control. By day, he worked as an assistant accountant in the water utility company. At night, he was a passionate lover. His ways in bed were equally gentle. The sucker would pass out and sleep like a baby immediately after ejaculation. On the other hand, His uncle Corinth was the exact opposite. He was a mafia. He never took 'No' for any answer.

He chuckled, “and there are many. But perhaps instead of me speaking, you could tell me about all the family members I will be meeting on our visit? I have missed hearing you speak.” Perfect. The man is fucking perfect! "Well... we have to visit all the grandparents, starting with my favorite, Grandpa Cy. Don't let Grandpa Ash hear it; he's great too. But Grandpa Cyrus and I just have a special connection, you know. You'll love him. Or maybe you'll hate him because he is like an old hippie biker dude. Full of tattoos and feelings…" Ford scoffed, "he can not be worse than your father." Grumpy mate of mine.

“I have already declared this child as Aldrich’s. The results won’t change anything. This baby will grow up beside your father, and you will be nothing more than its miserable, pitiful, wretched uncle.” His face hardened. “Over my dead body!” “Then why haven’t you died yet?” I whispered coldly. The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. He flinched, his eyes wide. His mouth trembled, but no words came out. Then, with quiet fury, he said, “I would rather die than have my own child call me uncle. I would rather die than have you as my stepmother!” Ooh, please! Spare me. What was he doing, breathing, still alive? I was practically his stepmother as things stood.

It's none of my business, Uncle Percy. His eyebrows furrowed. It would be such a waste if he wouldn't donate his sperm to a woman and produce his little Percival. "You believed me?" he asked, surprised. Maybe it was his first time to tell someone about his gender. Perhaps the only one who knew was his driver and me. I felt honored. I thought he was an asshole like his nephew. My first impression of him was an asshole. But it turned out, he was not like that. My eyes shifted to the driver. He was focused on his driving and the ride had been smooth so far.

EVELYN “Stuck?” My eyes widened as I stared at him, the word refusing to register fully. No, no, no. I had just spent six hours after regular work hours trying to rebuild everything I’d lost, and all I wanted right now was the comfort of my own bed, not to be trapped in a broken elevator with my boss, of all people, at nearly midnight. “Don’t worry. We’ll get out of here soon,” Uncle Viktor said, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Liam froze. The sound was calm, but laced with unmistakable authority. His eyes darted to the figure emerging from the shadows. A man in a perfectly tailored suit while on a rigid posture with a sharp gaze. Liam’s jaw tightened as recognition flickered in his eyes. “You… you work for my uncle,” he muttered, voice tight. The man didn’t answer. He simply stepped closer, one hand lifting slightly in a gesture that suggested caution without aggression. His eyes were fixed on Layla, ensuring she could move safely.

I noticed how he moved uncomfortably on his seat. I brought the car to a stop in front of a warehouse. Alejandro and Tico stood by the entrance. Julian stepped out of the car slowly and remained by it. I signalled at him to come. He looked around, as if searching for an escape plan. He pushed his hands into his pocket. “Who’s this?” Alejandro asked as he looked Julian over. “Julian. He's my nephew.” They exchanged glances and Tico smirked. “What are you now? A baby sitter?”

What are the odds she isn’t related to Gerald Ford, the Alpha I took down the other night? Memory of how he bit me slips inside my thoughts, unbidden. “Stand down, vampire…” Gerald Ford, my uncle, growled, as he had me pinned beneath his jaws. “Ahh!” I cried out in pain. He had asked his patrol scouts to leave the moment we stood before him. He had already taken out all of my men. We were the only ones left. “I don’t want to hurt you. Who sent you? What are you? You aren’t just a vampire. I can smell you. You’re wolf too.” He sneered.