Peter Pan 2003 Wendy 소설 & 이야기

Nina reaches out her hand to Wendy friendly, "Hi! I am Nina Morrison. You can call me Nina." Wendy is very beautiful. Her skin is white and tender. She has a pair of beautiful big eyes, with long and curly eyelashes. She looks like a doll, and she also dresses in princess style. The whole person is like a delicate porcelain doll. Wendy pretends not to see Nina's outstretched hand, and she squeezes out a smile from her face, "Hi!" What a little girl with unknown origin who wants to shake hands with her. Sunny's friend must be another poor girl with no background. She doesn't have to entertain her.

I muttered, my gaze darkening. --- Wendy's POV “I was wondering when you’d finally notice,” I said with a smirk, yanking off my wig. I saw the shift in his expression that he recognized me. Good. He looked pissed, but I didn’t care. I had one goal tonight—and that was getting him to fuck me, and there's no way I'm backing out now. I've watched that—Kira had him all to herself the entire time, and now it's my turn to have a taste of him. Although I've always had my eyes on him since before he married her.

Peter was full of worry. Gale replied, "There will be a solution. Go to the nursing home to visit Mom." Wendy did not wake up. The nurse said Wendy seldom woke up and slept most of the time. Every time after waking up, Wendy just looked out of the window quietly, unable to move or get out of bed. Better than a vegetable, at least, she was still awake. Peter held Wendy's hand. "It's because of me you can't live a good life..." Seeing this scene, Gale could not help but turn her back on them and wipe her eyes.

It takes me a few tries, but when I see the name pop up, I double check the names that Tracker gave me. Wendy Hill, sister of Yorick Hill. So, Yorick has his little sister helping him look into things too. I wonder if he knows that she’s already got some hacker skills of her own. I smile. Peter Pan makes sense now, but it’s not the right name for her. I already got the list of Yorick’s family, so I know Wendy isn’t an adult yet. I’ll have to see if she’s applied to the Academy for next year. She’s definitely one they need to admit.

“Please, Wendy... don’t do this.” But Wendy only grinned. It wasn’t a grin of victory. It wasn’t even a grin of satisfaction. It was a grin of someone who knew they had already won, someone who could play with people’s lives like they were nothing more than toys. “I’ll do anything,” Lyon begged, his voice raw with panic. “I’ll give you whatever you want. Just don’t hurt them.” Wendy didn’t respond. She simply watched him with an amused tilt of her head, as if his pleas were nothing more than an inconvenience to her plans. The gun swayed slightly in her grip.

Wendy struggled and said, "Don't worry about me. I can't let my son go abroad to such a dangerous place. Isn't he trying to get remarried? I'll beg Tiana, even if I have to kneel…" Even though this was a small path with not many people passing by, Wendy's demeanor nonetheless attracted a fair amount of onlookers. Tiana wanted to leave, but Wendy grabbed her clothes and kept begging her to remarry Wilson. Wendy's crying was heartbreaking, and she looked especially weary. Sitting in a wheelchair, she had the appearance of a pitiful, helpless person. Calvin could only warn them verbally, feeling it wasn't appropriate to get physical. "Dad, Mom."

Zara stood with her friends who are busy flirting with youngsters. Wendy was being courted by an advertising agency manager. He liked her when they met him at a shopping mall. He is there to buy clothes for his parents and they both happened to like same dress for their mother’s. He compromised and let her buy that’s how they met. From then they exchanged their numbers and chatted. Today he was invited to the party and they were like long lost lovers who couldn’t stay apart for a second. On the other side Peter was boiling with rage watching Wendy talking to someone who is younger than him.