Uncle Ford Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

And Lord Castellan—Uncle Cas—moved. Vampire fast. One moment in his chair, the next beside Grace, pulling her into a careful hug with the kind of reverence usually reserved for precious things. "Grace," he said quietly. Just her name. But the emotion in it—relief and joy and protectiveness and love—said everything else. "Uncle Cas." Grace was crying now, held tight by her vampire uncle. "We're having a baby. You're going to be—you're going to be a great-uncle."

Uncle Freddy speaks up, and my entire being freezes up. "You? You took on the wheel?" I repeat, using a confused voice. Uncle Fred laughs at my state, as if he predicted my reaction. "I bet you didn't expect that, did you? I might be a bastard but I wasn't going to let my drunk nephew drive a car I was in and risk both out lives," he laughs at the ending of his statement. I tighten my fist as a wave of anger washes down through me. What he's trying to say is that he's the one who drove the car that night. That only means...

“Hmph. Ill-bred little brat. Just like your mother, always—” Uncle's head snapped around, and his glare hit her like a slap. “This is Fiona's funeral. I don't want trouble. Get out of our sight.” I bared my teeth and growled at her. A strange feeling was rising in my chest. I learned later that it was hate. Vanessa flinched, muttered something, and stepped back. The priest finished speaking. The pack lowered the casket into the grave and shoveled earth over it. I hugged Uncle's neck tight and told myself not to cry.

It had been forty five minutes since I entered the large doors of the Ford's mansion into the recieving hands of my uncle who wouldn't tell me his plan. I was restless and kept tapping my feet on the ground and ready to jump out of the room prematurely since I was grounded for a forceful sleep for at least two hours when the door was pushed open and he came in. "I have news for you and I know you wouldn't like what I have to say about it, but you have to trust me." "Why?" I sat up and folded my arms. "Because the Fords always get what they want and you are Ford now," he handed me a certificate that had me roll my eyes.

Carson asked angrily. Amber's eyes widened in shock because of what Carson said. "How dare you say that?" "Why? I'm right, Amber, aren't I? You seduced my Uncle because you are taking revenge on me. But I didn't expect that your revenge and using him had something to do with money. You're a gold digger—”

Pierce leaned back halfway through, his attention drifting to me. “Congratulations once more for your awards.” I smiled, “Thanks.” By the time we were almost done, Leo hadn’t moved once. Hayes set his glass down. “Ford.” Ford looked up immediately. “Meet me at the study.” That was it. Ford nodded once and stood, lifting Leo more securely into his arms. “I’ll bring him after,” he said. Pierce shook his head. “You’re trying too much to be his favorite uncle.” Ford glanced at me briefly. “I am his favorite.” Then he turned and followed Hayes out.

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

She raised her glass higher. "So yes, this is unconventional. Yes, people will judge. Yes, it's complicated and weird and my best friend is marrying my father which is insane." Laughter through tears. "But it's also real and beautiful and exactly what they both deserve. To Dad and Bronwyn. May you have all the happiness you fought so hard to find." The applause was thunderous. I was crying openly now, not caring about my makeup. Trenton stood and pulled Eudora into a hug while the room watched.

He was my uncle to the outside world but behind closed doors, he was my sin. We left The Clit after Issa made Pete's father break his own son's arm and I hated to admit it but it had been fun to watch. There was a darkness about Issa that pulled me– tempted me and made me find him so attractive. Thaddeus had been right. His forest green eyes hid the darkness in him so well that it caught a lot of people by sheer surprise when he unleashed it. As we walked to where he parked his bike, a question popped in my head again.

Two boxes of pizza in her hands. "I'm done. Your uncle bought the company where James works, and then he plans to fire him." "Uncle," she gasps. "How could you?" "That’s a fake gasp, Linda," I point out. Linda sometimes seems to forget that I really know her. "But isn't it great that you will get your revenge? How did he act when he realized that he was screwed even before the interview started?" "I wish I took a picture for you." Damien's eyes light up. "He was like a fish..."