Gravity Falls Dipper X Wendy Novels & Stories

She didn't even dare to look at Kevan. "No way." Kevan walked up to her and reached out a hand. Before he could even touch her, Wendy took a step back in fright. She was wearing stilettos. It was meant to boost her confidence in her face-off against Kevan. However, at this moment, they were just a hindrance to her movement. Wendy accidentally twisted her ankle and fell down. Kevan rushed forward to grab her, but it was too late. Wendy crashed onto the ground and a sharp pain shot from her lower abdomen.

“Thank you… both of you. I’m so happy you were my friends.” With those final words, Wendy smiled—and let herself fall backward over the railing. “NO! WEN!!” Their screams echoed as time seemed to slow. They lunged forward, but it was too late. Wendy was gone. “Wen!” “Wendy!!” Kelly collapsed to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably, while Ally stood frozen, tears streaming down her face as she reached out helplessly toward the edge. But Wendy was already gone—lost to the abyss below.

"Sharon, don't forget to film and take pictures of me!" Wendy had already arranged with Sharon that they'd jump separately, and she wanted Sharon to capture some footage of her. "Got it," Sharon said. She pulled out her phone and started filming Wendy. Getting suited up took a long time, but the jump itself was over quickly — short enough to capture in a single unbroken shot. The moment the staff pushed Wendy off the platform, she let out a shrill, piercing scream. As a bystander, Sharon felt the whole thing pass in a blur. When Wendy was pulled back up, Sharon jumped so hard in surprise that her phone shook right along with her.

Niamh stormed over with a cold expression, only to see Wendy apologizing repeatedly to Harvey. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! I got your shoes dirty." As Wendy spoke, she knelt down. She held a towel, intending to wipe Harvey's shoes clean. In her haste, she failed to notice the glass shards scattered on the floor. As soon as her knees touched the ground, the sharp fragments pierced her skin, drawing blood. She let out a cry of pain and collapsed onto the floor. Looking at her bloodied knee with shards of glass embedded in it, she was completely at a loss.

"Ms. Matthews, whether I know or not, Mr. Getty will naturally tell me. You don't need to bother." "Hehe, Frank won't tell you. You're simply not his type. Can't you see that Frank has no interest in you at all? Don't delude yourself." Jenny grabbed Frank's hand, turned around, and started to leave. Wendy, provoked, shouted, "Stop!" Wendy angrily got up and hurried towards the two. Just as she took a few steps, her high heels suddenly tripped, causing her to fall forward. "Ah!" Wendy screamed and crashed into Frank.

She couldn't accept it! Wendy acted as though she was trying to stand up, but halfway through, she swayed unsteadily and fell towards Carl. Carl took a step back, still holding Renee. Wendy ended up sprawled at their feet, looking disheveled. At this point, most people wouldn't dare to push their luck further, even if they fainted. But Wendy wasn't like most people. She tremblingly reached out and grabbed Carl's pant leg.

Wendy said to her friend, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Justine shot her a playful glare. "I’m not groveling. I’m expressing interest." "Same thing," Wendy muttered, shooting me an unimpressed look. The sound of a door clicking made all three of us turn. Justin—the star of the show—stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. I watched as Wendy launched herself toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a way that was more possessive than affectionate. Her lips grazed the side of his jaw.

Daniel POV The moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless. She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse. What’s the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful. The mask she wore wasn’t enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,— power, affirmation, control.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled heavily and took a few steps closer to Freya, who stood her ground as she observed Wendy intently. With her face inches away from Freya's, Wendy stated, "You’ve been compensated for the job, Miss Williams. I would appreciate it if you refrained from probing into my motives any further. I despise being questioned, but what I detest even more are those who meddle in others' affairs. Do you understand?" Her tone turned serious as she continued, "So, why don’t you be sensible, take the money, and leave without asking any more foolish questions?" Freya was momentarily taken aback by Wendy’s response. Stunned into silence, her heart raced as she registered the ann

There's nothing good you can expect from a Wendy. She has tried to humble much of her ego to be able to reconcile with the tall woman. But Wendy rejected her outright or with conditions and options that she could not do very hastily. That is, step down from the position of Luna Lea's assistant.