Gravity Falls Dipper X Wendy Novels & Stories

“Even if you will enter the black hole, I will follow you till death.” “I am not surprised anymore, Wendy. You even followed me after life. That’s some dedication over there.” “Wendy? Who’s Wendy? Are you crazy?” “I don’t care anymore whoever you are. You both looked the same. The same disgusting face.” And before the fight could light up, Asphalt and Code Nine jumped onto Wendy, “Now, go, Xiao! We will try our best to protect you! It is our responsibility!” they released an automated rope which made Wendy immobile for a short period of time.

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.

Despair. To everyone's horror, she climbed up the window and leaped into the air. Silence took over the room. The only sounds were the roaring winds and the sickening thud that came a moment later. I then stood beside the window. The thing that greeted me as I looked down was a pool of red. What should I say? I had no idea. Wendy used to be a proud woman, and now, she ended her life in a tragically dramatic way. …

Like a cat, Wendy arched her back and even seemed to enjoy being lightly teased. Honestly, I was over the moon. This deal was amazing. For just 80 dollars an hour, I got a chance to feel up a woman as pretty as her. Soon I was back on the bike again, with Wendy patiently guiding me step by step. When we got close to the downhill slope ahead, she let go of me and said, "Try gliding down slowly on your own." Still shaky on the bike, I lost control, and it shot downhill.

"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!_

When the wreckage finally came down on them, a great storm seemed to pass through it. "Oh my god, what happened to my belongings?" Trist's comment was unbelievable. "Everything is broken." "Guys, Wendy!" Ynaria caught the attention. It saw Wendy lying on the cement near the door. Ynaria ran to Wendy's place, followed by Trist, Ryan and Clement. Ynaria patted Wendy on the cheek to wake her up but she failed. Trist and Ryan carried Wendy on the elongated sofa and laid her down, but her head was on Ryan's lap.

A sack of broken bones and torn flesh, I simply folded in on myself and fell. ​"NO!" ​Wendy broke her promise. She wasn't strong enough to catch me, she was a bird, and I was a falling rock, she lunged, wrapping her thin arms around my waist. She tried to take the impact, twisting her own body under mine. Her desperate cry turned into a sharp grunt as we both hit the stone floor in a tangled, agonizing heap. ​I couldn't breathe. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and my ribs screamed. All I could manage was a low, wet, gagging sound, my face pressed against the cold floor.