Nancy Wheeler Movie Novels & Stories

"I want you to take care of someone for me." "Take care of?" the voice repeated, the implication clear. "You mean—" "No," Nancy cut him off sharply. "I don’t want her dead. I just want her... out of the way." Another pause. "Who’s the target?" Nancy’s fingers drummed on the edge of the sleek kitchen counter as she looked out over the city skyline. Her pulse quickened as she imagined what was to come. "Chloe Westbrook. My dear step-sister." The man on the other end let out a low whistle. "Westbrook, huh? Big fish."

"You would've thought I deserved it, blamed me for not stepping aside and slowing you down while you saved your precious Dakota. But I'm not here to listen to your excuses today." From my bag, I took out a photo and pressed it against the glass. It was Nancy, sitting in the garden of her rehabilitation center, strapped into her wheelchair. A caretaker was feeding her water, but Nancy's eyes were empty, her expression blank. From afar, she looked like a non-sentient doll. Jack's breathing became shallow. "What did you do to Nan—"

Sherry said and was angry when she saw that she was still laughing. Nancy's leg weakened as she collapsed on the floor, "I really didn't do it! Believe me Sherry" She said as she kneeled down on the floor. Sherry was confused, she could see how sincere her eyes were. She didn't deny it before and said she was just playing with her but she denied it after watching the CCTV footage. "Then who did it?" Sherry asked. Nancy was stunned when she heard her question, her brain became blank after watching the video all she knew was that her sister almost died.

I didn't expect Carlos to send her to the psychiatric hospital, let alone Nancy And this one personally, the city, said ado, to beg for mercy. Michelle was really making a big deal out of it. “What is your relationship with Michelle?” I asked, out of curiosity. Nancy picked up her glass and after emptying half of it, she finally said: “Nothing promised a friend would save her.” “And who is your friend?” I asked again. I only asked casually, but Nancy replied seriously: “Maybe I know her. She is also called Natália Moom.” I didn't know what to say. Suddenly I understood what she was talking about. Nancy was here to upset me.

He looked dangerous at that point. "I'll be back." He said coldly and left. I watched as his car moved out of the compound and sped away. I let out some air. "Who is he?" I brought out my phone to call someone. "Hey,I need some information about a guy named Toretto. Find anything and get back to me quickly." I commanded. My phone started ringing again. Jade "Jade,I am not in the mood for..." "Torn around." "What?" "I am behind you." She whispered. I turned to see a lady dressed in jean short skirt and a crop top. She looked sexy revealing her red bra through the top. She had makeup on and wore high heels. I moved back.

Selene and Bryan came up with the idea of me joining an agency where my experience or not wouldn't matter and thankfully, that helped me a lot. So, ever since then, I worked and earned as a nanny. I narrowed my eyes as I looked around the living room. I was packed up ready to open another chapter of my life but here I was feeling nostalgic about leaving. I didn't know what was wrong with me, it wasn't like this was the first time it was happening. As I made to settle down on the sofa so I could eagerly await the ride that was sent to pick me up and transport me over to the Blakes company; my eyes caught sight of the small photo frame hanging on the wall.

The place was empty save for the rotten brown leather couch by the window—which Kiera had claimed, playing with her knife as she sat there and stared at me hungrily. Nigel was standing in a dark corner to the left side of me, shivering and holding his arms over his chest as if he was freezing. His eyes were fearful and restless as they kept jumping between me, Kiera, Brad, and the front door. I tried to communicate with him with my eyes to try to calm down. Not that I had any experience to base it on, but I’d watched enough movies to know that the nervous and indecisive guy in these sorts of tense situations always ended up being the one causing the most problems.

Willow pushed the wheelchair away. Christian didn't chase after them. He stood in place, watching Talia and Willow leave. Willow had only pushed Talia a few steps when they came face-to-face with Nancy. She wore an evening gown underneath with a down coat thrown over it. The snow was falling heavily. Her lips were turning blue from the cold. Nancy stood in the middle of the path, as if deliberately blocking their way. Willow stopped the wheelchair. She looked at Nancy and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Ms. York, you know the saying about not standing in people's way, right?"

~~~ We just arrived at the house and got inside when the two dogs, Coco and Ocean ran to me "Hey you two," I said scratching their heads "Bed rest," Daddy said placing his hand on my back and leading me into the house I groaned before heading to the kitchen to get a bottle of water out of the fridge and then headed to the movie room "Want to watch some movies with us?" Zane asked "Why are you guys here and not in Los Angeles or San Francisco?" I asked since they lived there and they didn't tell me they were in town "We had a mission here to take off we were supposed to leave today but we can't leave you like this," Wyatt said knowing that they shouldn't lie to me