Gravity Falls Wendy Novels & Stories

He praised Samuel, told me to sit near him, and kept creating moments where we would appear close if someone took a photograph from the right angle. I played along without crossing any line. I stayed polite, calm, and distant. Then Mark poured drinks for everyone. I had already expected this. Before dinner, I had switched my glass with a clean one and kept a small recorder hidden under the table. Mark urged me, 'Wendy, have a little. Everyone is enjoying the evening.' I smiled and pretended to drink. After a while, I leaned back and acted dizzy. Mark's eyes flashed with satisfaction. He stood up and said, 'I need to step out for a moment. Samuel, please help Wendy to the guest room. She look

Chapter 33: Storms on the Horizon The fallout from the gala was swift and unforgiving. News outlets ran back-to-back exposés on Daniel Winters’ business practices, while social media roasted him mercilessly. It was a public execution, orchestrated with the precision only Ethan Cole could manage. But in the midst of the chaos, Ethan wasn’t celebrating. He was preparing for the next move. Olivia noticed it in the way he carried himself—restless, relentless, and impossibly focused.

Spencer is super wealthy, and a naive girl with a homeless appearance is not in his plans. I sighed in frustration. The front door opened. "I'm home!" That was Lucy. Why would she come home so early? I sat up. "Don't you have work?" I asked, furrowing my brow. Her gaze fell on me. "Nope, Barret gave us the day off," she said, kicking off her shoes, leaving them lying around. "How was it for you?" I slumped back onto the couch. "I got a trial week," I muttered, "And the most... sexy thing in that building is Mr. Pawlan."

He remembered the rough texture and the fishy smell, most of all he remembered the length. When he looked down he saw a coil of rope. He tried to tie the end of it to a sturdy tree, but a small griffin head clamped onto the trunk and revealed the smooth white wood beneath the bark. Warren stared at the head and jerked the rope twice before he lowered himself over the edge. He estimated the drop to be about fifty or sixty feet. The entire process took about twenty minutes because Warren managed to find all the wrong footholds. His feet touched the pointed rocks and he resisted the urge to kiss the ground. Archon reappeared in his spiritual form and pointed forward with a sharp talon.

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.

As she passed by the hallway, she happened to notice the door handle to Terry's room move slightly. It was the faintest of movements, one that Terry and I had poured every ounce of our strength into. Sure enough, Wendy was drawn to it. As if possessed, she walked toward the bedroom door and overheard Hudson speaking to Gracie. "And when I told you to frame that bastard last time, I clearly said you should fall harder. Yet you ended up with only a tiny fracture.

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. …

Wendy said triumphantly, "Me too! Doesn't she seem like such a proud and upright person? Hahaha! From today onward, she'll fall from grace." Unbeknownst to both of them, Grace heard every word they said clearly. She smirked when she realized that these two were in cahoots. If that was the case, there was no need for her to show any mercy. Before long, Wendy began to feel something was amiss. Her body inexplicably grew hot, and she became increasingly parched. "Waiter, can you bring me a glass of water?" Noticing Wendy's discomfort, Celia couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Wendy said, "And have you ever thought that I don't… really like you that much either? When I feel pressured, I weighed the options and decided to let you go. Why are you still coming after me?" Asher didn't respond. "Asher, you really annoy me." Wendy gripped the windowsill tightly, putting almost all her strength into it. She couldn't turn around to face Asher because she no longer had the energy to move. Behind her came the sound of the door opening, followed by footsteps leaving. She slowly let out a breath, her hands losing their strength, and her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“What’s your attitude? I tell you the company’s been acquired, and you want to quit?” How much did she dislike him? “Benjamin, if I want to quit, I will. It’s my choice! Let go of me!” Wendy used her strength to break free, but in doing so, she lost her balance, and her high heels stumbled, causing her to fall backward. “Ahh!” As she was about to fall into the pool, Benjamin reacted quickly and caught her by the waist. With ease, he managed to hold her up, but as they locked eyes, gravity took its toll.