Gravity Falls Dipper X Wendy Novels & Stories

"Don't worry, Mrs. Lacelle. I promise I'll always treat Archie very well. And everything he says is law because I will never go against anything he says." "I believe you," Callie said with a laugh. "Gavin talked about you before. You're a good guy." Leo didn't think that Gavin would actually say anything nice about him to Callie, but he could only smile and nod politely for now. He felt Stanley's eyes on him, and he turned to meet his gaze politely as well. Stanley suddenly exclaimed aloud in surprise and averted his gaze like his eyes had just been electrocuted. Right at that moment, Gavin came home and stepped in through the door too, with Lucas behind him.

"OH MY GOD! WENDY!" I scream while kneeling on the floor besides her, careful not to cut myself on shards of glass from the flower vessel. Matt usually places two glass flower vase on either side of the stairway, and Wendy knocked one down, breaking it into pieces. I examine her closely and I sigh in relief when I notice that the blood pooling on the marble floor is gushing from her arm. _Thank God!_

"Hi Damon, it's really nice to see you again" "Hello, Wendy" Damon replied as he stood and extended his hand to her. "It's good to see you again" Wendy swallowed. Fractions of a second felt like an eternity as an excitement she didn't quite understand oozed over her like lava. She could no more have kept her gaze from straying to his eyes than she could have stopped breathing. He towered over her by a good eight inches, making him approximately six feet six.

She gasped as she began to fall backward. "Careful!" Stanley immediately reached out, catching her. Wendy tumbled into his arms. His hand wrapped gently around her soft waist, feeling the smooth, tender skin beneath his fingertips. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Still startled, Wendy said, "I slipped. Thanks for catching me."

He let out. “I don't think I have. I was only doing what I thought was best.” Wendy said as she stood up, her eyes flashed black, and she stretched her hands towards Edmond opening her palms and glaring at him. Edmond began to strangle himself, tightening his grip as Wendy glared at him, he stepped backward until they got out of the tomb.

Xiao talked back. Wendy laughed hysterically, “Maybe in the next lifetime?” she grinned before signalling Clyde by pointing at her. Wendy didn’t say anything but just by seeing her smile, Xiao has a feeling that Clyde’s about to do something that will make her take a few steps back, which she really did. Clyde continued walking towards her as she kept on taking a back until she felt the walling behind her. The whole room didn’t have any windows and all she sees was a closed door that’s behind Wendy. She could no longer think of an escape. And even before she does, Clyde already punched her stomach, making her cough and dizzy at the same time. The moment she did, her head felt like turning up

Wendy whispered to a girl who was standing behind her. “Really? She can be brought back to life?” West said. “Yes, but I’ll need your help. Please, come down.” Wendy said. “I don’t believe you. It’s impossible, she’s dead and gone. Stop trying to give me hope when there is none, it only hurts the more.” West said and ran to the other side of the rooftop where no one was so that no one would attempt to catch him if he fell and he let himself go as he fell to the ground.

Hannah glared at her before blurting out, “That loser is no match for you in any way!” Wendy smiled bitterly, “In these years, my situation cannot be any worse. I’ve fallen from being a phoenix to becoming a chicken now.” Speaking of this, Wendy couldn’t help but sobbed, “Mother, look at me. My reputation is gone. No guys will bother to give me even a single glance…” Seeing Wendy’s tears streamed down on her face, Hannah embraced her head into her arm and comforted her, “My lovely daughter, we shouldn’t think this way. What is reputation? Isn’t staying alive more important than anything else?”

At the restaurant, Wendy lagged behind, catching their reflection in tinted glass—her lavender tank and plaid skirt making her 168cm frame seem petite beside Asher's towering form. How could someone so massive call her weight "just right"? Last night's mortification returned full force—she'd practically wanted to teleport back to China. A sidelong glance revealed Asher already looking. Wendy sped up, attempting to enter first, only for the door to start closing behind Sam Wu. Asher's hand shot out, shielding her while pushing it open. "After you." Throughout dinner, Wendy dissected "just right." Compliment or backhanded remark? "Wendy?" Simone smiled. "That music festival I mentioned—interes

I lowered the candle to the vines, hoping to burn them off. A loud, ear-splitting scream rang through the altar and echoed through the halls. Wendy screamed, and right under my eyes, those vines constricted tightly around her body. "Let her go!" I screamed. I grabbed at the vines. They wouldn't budge at all. The thorns dug into my palms, but I barely felt the pain. Wendy was feeling whatever I was feeling a millionfold. The candle holder fell to the ground and rolled off somewhere. "Wendy!" I called her name, but my voice didn't reach her.