Uncle Ford Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

Their relationship was perfect at the start, with neither bothered about money or the future since they had each other. Their love had been pure and uncorrupted until his grandfather died. The old man whose empire was been the largest and most successful in the state had willed everything to Jonah’s uncle and left the rest of the family with nothing. They all believed that the uncle who had always been a greedy schemer had tricked the old man into giving him everything before he died. Unfortunately, no one could fight back because he now had all the power like he always wanted.

"You guys should go home soon." Theo nodded his head, looking at me. "Alright, you should rest too, Nyla." Theo waved his hand at me. "Bye, see you soon." He glanced at Uncle Matthew. "Excuse me." I watched as Theo slowly drove away. He got into one of the police cars. I shifted my gaze to the other side, where Uncle Matthew was picking up his car, which was parked not far from the alleyway of the cafe. The black car that my uncle used to use was slightly damaged. The windshield was broken and shattered. It was probably hit by the crowd of people trying to escape.

Dad said as he sat down, helping himself to a few slices of pizza. “Yes, I'll be there on time,” Uncle replied between bites. I glanced between them, curiosity getting the best of me. “Are you both going somewhere?” “Yes,” Uncle chuckled, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “I'm taking you to my farmhouse for some fresh air.” “Dad?” I looked at him, questioning whether he would be joining us or not. As I turned my gaze to my right, I met Uncle Harrison's eyes. In that fleeting moment, our eyes locked, and I felt a surge of nerves and excitement, silently communicating our unspoken understanding about the intimate evening ahead of us, away from prying eyes.

Charlotte cast a look at Azraiel and then played the video. She recognized her Uncle’s car immediately. The car's number plate displayed the familiar numbers that she knew by heart. The blue car came to a stop outside the small park of Street Yard and a few seconds later someone stepped out… Uncle… His uncle’s blond hair swayed in the slight wind and he was dressed in a black T-shirt and grey pants. There was no mistaking who this man was. “Swipe next…there is another video. When no one showed up after half an hour, your Uncle eventually went to the Grishams and talked.”

I asked, astonished. He nodded, gesturing to Maverick to come to him. “Yup. It’s practically indestructible.” Maverick climbed into his lap without hesitation. Ford adjusted him properly, showing his curious son the screen. "Your Uncle Fabian and I used to spend hours fighting over this exact machine when we were your age," he said, a soft, nostalgic smile touching his lips. "It’s an absolute miracle of engineering that the battery cells have managed to last this long." Maverick gasped in pure wonder, his small fingers reaching out to touch the keypads as Ford began to guide him through the basic controls, teaching him how to navigate the obstacles on the screen.

He reached out a hand, his fingers hovering just an inch away from my bare shoulder, his amber eyes burning with a dangerous, provocative heat. "If you ever get tired of sleeping in a graveyard, little wolf," Vance whispered, a cocky, arrogant smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "the South has much warmer waters. And I handle my females with a lot more... appreciation." The air in the pavilion didn't just turn cold; it died entirely. The low hum of the port town, the lapping of the waves, the murmuring of the merchants, everything vanished into a suffocating, pressurized vacuum of pure, unadulterated terror.

~ODETTE At first, my heart sank. I took in a shaky breath. Thoughts ran through my mind. The demon Uncle had finally revealed his true nature and I could lose my life if I made the wrong move. I released another shaky breath as I felt my wolf stir with a feeling I could not understand. Was it excitement? I pushed it aside and locked my eyes with his. His crimson eyes glowed even brighter as if he could see that I was daring him. Then I smiled.

Fred's facial expressions isn't welcoming at all as he stares at Andy with disgust. "Who are you?" Fred's question sounded like a bombshell to Andy. He had expected a lot of scornful expression from them but not to the point of denying not knowing him — it was the least he expected. Swallowing his surprised face and undeniable shock, he decided to jiggle his uncle's memory — maybe it's suffering from severe loss. "Uncle Fred, it's me. Andy." He blurted out, staring directly in his eyes. "Don't you recognise your nephew any longer —Xavier's son.."

Just the picture might have been fine, but there was a large caption in bold letters below it. “THEY ARE UNCLE AND NIECE. SHINGI FUSAYA SHOULD RECONSIDER BEFORE HIRING IMMORAL EMPLOYEES.”

"No, I'm not." My tone was cold. Uncle's anger that had just flared up immediately disappeared when he saw Wendy. He approached her with a fawning expression, extending his hand. "I'm Jen's uncle. I'm so grateful you could come to the hospital with her to see me." As he spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks, all trace of greed and self-interest gone. "My poor son! Gone so young." Wendy glanced at Uncle's hand and said coolly, "My condolences."