Uncle Ford Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

My uncle, who has been observing the exchange with growing anger, is now fuming with rage at the unfolding situation. The bond between the cousins, once strong, is now slightly shaken by the revelations and accusations being hurled back and forth. I can't help but wonder if this rift will have lasting consequences, potentially altering the dynamics of our family forever. The uncertainty and tension in the room hang heavy, casting a cloud over the once joyous occasion. “Well, let me still tell you, fucking moron. Sean Myers is involved with William and Rico Ford.”

Third Person's POV Shirley felt like she was hallucinating or suffering from a hearing problem. “Uncle Jackson?” Felix muttered as he let go of my hand. “What are you doing here?” Jackson ignored him and turned to the woman who was standing there, looking utterly confused. “Darling, would you like to retouch your makeup in the car?” Shirley stammered. “I…there's…sure.” She eventually gave in and allowed him to lead her to the car.

came to hear me say the right words, I don’t have them. I don't know what to say, I have a hole where a phone number should be. I have two boys who have witnessed more violence than most adults for boys but I also have this..” I placed my palm flat on the wood again. “I have their weight in the world. I’ll carry it. I will carry it.”My voice broke on the last word and Rebel stood before I could fall. She led me back to the front pew. The boys leaned against my sides, little shoulders burning like coals.We filed out to the cemetery under a sky that couldn’t decide if it wanted to rain or not. The ground was damp, the grass slick. People moved, tight, nervous, coordinated by fear. The graves

They were close. I was grateful that they were willing to assist me. Even though I was nervous, I tried to remain calm as I stepped into the grand and luxurious lobby of Wilder Group. Everything there looked incredibly expensive. Just by looking at the company building, I could already tell that Summer’s uncle was extremely wealthy. He probably had enough assets to last for generations. Wait, what was his name again? I had forgotten it. Kai Wilder Reyes? I wondered what he looked like. He must be an impressive man. But Summer had warned me that he had a terrible temper.

Frank leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face. “Come on, Audrey, don’t lie,” he said smoothly. “Let’s just tell them the truth. We’ve been having an affair ever since. Last night, Audrey couldn’t control her passion for sex, and that’s why she called me to satisfy her. I’m sorry, Uncle. Audrey never loved you. Audrey, let’s go ahead and tell everyone the truth.” Audrey’s world crumbled around her. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked around the room. Everyone stared at her with judgment and disbelief.

He wasn’t the man everyone feared, he was someone’s nephew, someone’s son. Someone who apparently got suspended from school for punching people. The image felt impossible to picture. Then another relative spoke. “At least he smiled back then.” They chuckled and for the first time all evening, I actually relaxed. Then one sentence destroyed it. “So…” Aunt Margaret lifted her wine glass. “Has anyone heard from Victoria lately?” The change was immediate, the laughter vanished. Enough for the room to feel different. I looked up from my plate and noticed several people suddenly became very interested in their food. My attention shifted toward Adrian.

He has this annoying habit of being the last one to arrive for every single meal, acting like his time is more valuable than everyone else's. He saunters in as usual, a half-burnt cigarette hanging from his lips. He looks far too casual for a Monday morning. Grandpa watches him with a "here he goes again" look, shaking his head while Dad is busy glaring a hole through his head. And me? I'm smiling like an idiot. "Good morning, Uncle." He pauses; his face darkens instantly. "It's Lorenzo." "But you're my uncle, right?" He sighs inaudibly and sits quietly, letting me win this round.

Nathan glanced up, as if the answer were obvious. “Oh. That’s my uncle.” Uncle. The word hit like ice water. Nathan continued, oblivious to the way my pulse spiked. “Adrian Carter. He doesn’t stay here often. He runs most of the Carter Group now.” My heart stopped. Adrian Carter. Uncle. Carter Group. The man from last night. The man whose marks were still burning beneath my clothes. Adrian’s gaze never left me as he approached the table. Slowly. Deliberately.

“It’s been a long time.” I turned slowly, forced to look at him. He hadn't changed; he had only matured into his lethal features. His jawline was like granite, his dark hair combed back in a way that screamed "aristocrat." Dressed in a black tux that accentuated his broad shoulders and powerful frame, he looked like a predator who had finally tracked his prey to its lair. “Uncle, I’m so glad you remembered Tummy,” Chloe said, trying to defrost the sudden, suffocating tension between us.

The university's group physical education exam came and went, and because I hadn't trained at all, I failed it. I didn't dare sign up for the retake, so I just hid in my rental apartment, pretending not to see or know anything. When Uncle Grant heard about it, he came to find me at the apartment. "Carmen, you can't go on like this. Don't be scared, I'll help you." Uncle Grant was my dad's friend. After my parents died in a car accident five years ago, he was the one who paid for my education. He lived alone, and we leaned on each other.