Wendy Bird Peter Pan Novels & Stories

The tree outside the window, swaying in the wind, rested a bird on it, with dark eyes, staring at her motionless, as if mocking her. She felt that her body was floating, as if she was about to fly into the sky with the bird. "Mr. Gavyn……I'm sorry……" Rex Gavyn's voice broke in, and Wendy Walters immediately felt that his internal organs seemed to be torn apart, and it was painful to pull. Wendy Walters turned her head and stared at Rex Gavyn, she saw the pity and guilt in his eyes. Maybe, he once loved himself, but everything doesn't matter.

I winked at him before straightening up. " You're not the only one," he assured her, "I also found out some interesting things about you yesterday.” " Like what? " I felt our conversation take a dangerous turn, but I couldn't help asking. Peter watched me for a moment before he spoke again " I just wanted to thank you for helping me with all this. I hope you like chocolate.” " Are you using food to thank me, Peter? " I sneered, "You're on the right track.” " Gavin Stewart was here this morning," he commented, "Our immigration interview has been scheduled for next week.”

As one of the bodyguards reached for Wendy, she narrowed her eyes and snapped sharply, "How dare you!" Turning her cold gaze toward Jake, she added, "Try to touch us and see what happens. Do you even know who I am?" Feeling the powerful aura emitting from Wendy, Jake froze, confused. "Who are you?" Wendy's voice was icy as she uttered each word clearly, "I am Stanley Hawk's wife, Mrs. Hawk." Jake's eyes widened in disbelief. "You're Mrs. Hawk?" "That's right. If you even lay a finger on us, Stanley won't spare you!"

I wanted to reach out and tuck his strands behind his ear and then trace his scar but then I suppressed the urge remembering I am supposed to hate him and instead tightened my hand around the sword and the other trying to pull the dress over my knees. "Hi." I waved at him with a smile. "Hi too." He didn't return my smile. "I am Peter pan." I blurted. I had no idea where that came from but I hoped it will throw him off and make me think that I wasn't Amara which was really stupid, how the hell do I come up with these horrid thoughts? "And I am wendy." His genuine tone was unmatched, what a liar! He looked nothing like wendy!

It stuck with her and the scar on her thigh served as a persistent indication "so you are saying you are okay?" Wendy asked once more and that was just typical Wendy. Caring, loving, and at the same time nosey. Always tends to have the urge to know more and when she isn't properly informed, she would strive to get to know more. It was tiresome to Amelia, but she still loved how Wendy felt so involved in her problems. "Yes, Wendy I already told you" she reassured. "Have you been speaking to peter lately?" she asked because she was quite concerned about how peter became so unresponsive to her calls and it induced her concern

I chuckled. "Peter Pan is better. I love Peter Pan." "No!," Amari yelled, "Wendy is not nice." "What do you mean, pearl? Have you ever seen the movie?" "Okay, okay... We will visit both okay?" Flynn said in a soothing voice. "I want cake too." That was Amari asking. "You already ate so much cake, babygirl. It's not good." I said caressing her chubby cheeks. She gave me the puppy dog eyes. "Mommy..!"

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.

I pretended to not know. “Peter pan is a free-spirited and mischievous young boy who can fly and never grows up, Peter Pan spends his never-ending childhood having adventures on the mythical island of Neverland as the leader of the Lost Boys, interacting with fairies, pirates, mermaids, Native Americans, and occasionally ordinary children from the world,” The woman informed us the tale.

just that remarkable little speech that explained that birds of the same feathers flock together, that's what we are. Wendy and Betty have been the family I never had since I left my town, they were the first girls I had encountered with. Wendy was once married but she had her kids through the sex working business, a mom-premiership, I call it. A son and a girl with different unknown fathers. She's never too careful. “Wow, girl! you look hoooot! damn,” Betty expressed, smacking my ass as she smirked, and making a soundless lap with her hands.

Gen answered. I turned around and my eyes widened. "Can you fly?" I asked her as if I couldn't believe it. "Of course." It's still an answer. "Fuck! I didn't know you were a freaking bird!" I'm still here. "Sira! I don't have wings! What do you think of me, a bird? Tss, we can fly because of the air. But Cayden and Lucas can fly too, using their abilities." This is the answer.