Nancy Wheeler Season 2 Novels & Stories

But no, Vincent Porter was still the same. What a waste, Vincent. You just threw away your last chance. Honestly, I hadn't truly believed he'd change. Now that I had the truth, I could end this properly. I glanced at the security cameras before quietly heading back to my room. Over the next two days, Vincent put on his best performance. He even took Lorelei to the amusement park. When the week was over, he came to me. "It's time for me to go home," he said lightly. "Grace, you and Lorelei should come with me."

Sherry said with a gentle voice. Nancy opened her eyes and looked at Sherry who was looking with sincere eyes. She looked patient and sincere. Nancy understood now, she has been asking her mom to tell Wendy to come and meet her but she never showed up even after two weeks. Her mom always told her that she relayed her message to Wendy. Nancy waited but she never saw Wendy's shadow. She would be a fool if she didn't understand that Wendy deliberately didn't come and left her to suffer alone. She also trusted her mom and knew that her mom wouldn't lie to her. So she could understand now that she was the scapegoat.

She sat on one of the couches to eat her dinner. Nancy smiled to herself as she picked up the television remote, switched on the television to resume watching a romance movie online. Nancy folded her legs up on the couch, carried the food she had ordered, and resumed eating it while watching the television. Shortly after finishing her dinner, Nancy stretched, stood up from the couch, and went to discard the used plate before retiring to her bedroom to sleep. As Nancy got into her room and picked up her phone again to plug it in to charge, she saw a missed call from CEO Jerry.

Everything went quiet for a moment, then Nancy Wheeler was the first to come back to her senses. She walked over to me, her steps light and graceful. I stood there with my short, plain haircut and old, out-of-style clothes, sticking out like a sore thumb on that happy, snowy night. She paused, just for a second, before she gently hugged me. "Why didn't you wait for me to come get you?" Her voice was soft and soothing, and for a second, I felt lost in it. However, I could not forget what had just happened, not when it was right in front of my eyes.

“You poor thing. Losing two babies like that… it must be terrible. But don’t dwell on it, sweetheart. You’re young. You can have more.” My jaw dropped. Shock shot through me like a jolt of electricity. “Who the hell are you?” I snapped. “Who said my babies died?” The woman blinked. She looked startled. “I’m Nancy. Nancy Wheeler. I’m the nurse looking after you.” Her voice was quick to backtrack. “Your parents told me… how you lost them.” I laughed, a sound that was half-sob and half-snarl. I clenched my fists so tight my nails cut my palms.

two women. "You bitch! Where's my husband?" 'Wow! Did I run into a like-minded person? What a day it is!' Nancy wondered. Then, the two women continued their altercation from inside the room out into the hallway, and one of them was wrapped in a bath towel. Nancy took a look and realized it was not Taya! The other person who was there to expose the adultery was someone she knew. Anna ruthlessly grabbed the other woman's hair which was still damp and asked, "Where's Xander Jenkins?"

It was the only way for him to hate her, and he would not come closer to her like a possessive boyfriend that was not. She no longer wanted to use Charles. She didn’t want him to be her weapon. She would find another way. She had to. She didn’t want him to hurt people around him. She turned to Justin, forcing a smile. “So… satisfied?” But before Justin could answer, the sharp echo of heels clacked loudly behind them. Nancy. She didn’t rush. Her movements were measured, graceful, every step a statement, truly living as the great ballerina. Her face was calm, composed, but her eyes, her eyes were something… like blades were hidden.

I say and be nods his head. Nancy Williams, I came her just for you and I am not going back without giving you what you actually deserve. I won't let you get hurt from now onwards. I won't let anyone to play with your innocence and I don't want you to be with friends who backstabs you at the end. I will make you for me, one more time.

the police officer begins, but Nancy pushes him aside and grabs Daisy’s hair, pulling hard. Daisy’s wig falls off. She is more furious than ever. “You!” Twenty minutes later, they find themselves in separate cells, facing each other. “Home wrecker,” Nancy accuses. “What did you say?” Daisy asks. “You heard me,” Nancy replies. Nancy scoffs. “Maybe if you had done a better job as a wife, your husband wouldn’t be looking for another woman.” “Hey!” Nancy exclaims. “See, that hurts, right? That’s what you get for speaking to my daughter like that.”

"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—"