Peter Pan 2003 Wendy Novels & Stories

Wendy scowled. “You don't merit him.” Hayley fired back. “I will see you tomorrow night,” Wendy whispered. “Boom!” She said wiggling her finger before she faded away. Hayley dropped to the ground, bowing her head while the firestone lay beside her. She couldn't believe that this was happening, Wendy Cooper was a witch. “If this is the spirit world, where is Sabrina?” Janeka asked. “She came here once but I didn't see her anymore. I tried to reunite with her but no way she was gone. I don't know where she went.”

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled heavily and took a few steps closer to Freya, who stood her ground as she observed Wendy intently. With her face inches away from Freya's, Wendy stated, "You’ve been compensated for the job, Miss Williams. I would appreciate it if you refrained from probing into my motives any further. I despise being questioned, but what I detest even more are those who meddle in others' affairs. Do you understand?" Her tone turned serious as she continued, "So, why don’t you be sensible, take the money, and leave without asking any more foolish questions?" Freya was momentarily taken aback by Wendy’s response. Stunned into silence, her heart raced as she registered the ann

Anthony, who was standing by the entrance, followed after her. Once they departed, Wendy's tearful expression swiftly shifted to a cold demeanor. Her gaze brimmed with resentment. Now that everything had been revealed, she felt compelled to seize this opportunity for a miscarriage. Otherwise, it would be too late. Wendy remembered that she was allergic to peanuts. She quickly took out the peanuts she had prepared and started stuffing herself with them.

“He’s definitely not in there.” Wendy’s lips curled in irritation. She hated that I had said it aloud, hated that Lydia might now guess what she had been up to. If Alpha Gregory ever heard she had gone to Zane’s room, she’d be the one in trouble. “Who do you think you are?” Wendy hissed. “You came to me. Shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?” I shot back. “This is Lydia Redfield, the future Luna of the Stonebrook pack.” Wendy lifted her chin proudly, gesturing at Lydia.

The three of them were finally done and they stepped into the living room where the others were waiting for them. "Finally." Peter said when he saw them. "I thought you girls were giving birth." "We're sorry." Wanda smiled. "I was doing their makeup." "You did this?" Diane stood. "It's beautiful." "Thank you Diane." "You're good Wanda." "Yeah, she's good with her hands." Elliot said. "She's an amazing painter." Peter's interest was touched. "Is she?" "I try." She tried to say, she gave Elliot a cold look before turning back to Peter. "It's not all that."

Naturally, Wendy had no idea she was just a pawn in Roland's hand. She dreamed of becoming the Alpha's mate and rising to power second only to the Alpha himself. She poured every drop of the potion into Kieran's food. Then she hid in the shadows and watched as the food was carried into Kieran's room. Wendy could not stop smiling. When the moon hung high, Wendy cautiously approached Kieran's door. She lowered her voice and knocked softly. "Alpha? Alpha, it's me! It's Wendy!” "I'm here to help you! Alpha, please open the door... Ah!"

“Mm.” Wendy leaned forward and smiled at the girls. “Oh, look at them,” she said softly. “They look so cute together. They’re like besties already.” I chuckled, warmth spreading through my chest as I watched Aurora and Isla chase each other near the sand. “Yeah… like us.” “I know,” Wendy replied with a grin. Then she tilted her head playfully. “Who knows? You're probably pregnant with a boy,” she teased, “and I’ll probably get pregnant again with a girl… and then they’ll end up getting married.”

Right now, the mission is to look for the remote. “Found it!” Wendy screams with excitement in her voice. “It was between the couch cushions. I think I forgot to put it back on the table last time. My bad.” Wendy setters on the couch as I walk out of the room. “Wait!” She yells out once again. I peek my head back into the room. “You don’t want to watch?” “I don’t have much intention to. There’s probably nothing on.” “That’s why I have other ways, duh. I’ve been living on Earth for almost 20 years. You learn a few things,” She scoots over and pats where she last sat. “Sit, sit. You have nothing else to do.”

“We never heard from him again.” Damian turned to her, eyes wide with wonder. "Should I worry?" She was smiling. "Yes. But I think you will survive." No sooner had she spoken than another voice thundered from the hallway. "Did someone mention pancakes?!" All heads turned toward the door where Wendy, wearing a silk robe and pearls, swept in with flair. Sabrina hid behind her hands. "Oh no." "And who is this handsome young fellow?" Wendy asked, peering behind glasses. "Don't tell me—this is the boy?

Including all the wild ones she'd had. "We're both crazy," Wendy said once we were done. She stared at me; her eyes shone with mirth. I hugged her. "Thank you for being my friend and never giving up on me, Wendy.” "Are you dying?" "You're insane. But no, I'm not." She hugged me back. "I'm so damn glad too. And my friend is going to be Luna. Can you imagine?" I didn't want to imagine me being Luna. I knew absolutely nothing of the role that could benefit the pack.