Wendy Corduroy Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

I was naturally going to pick a casual flowery gown but Ava specifically warned me not to dress casually and told me that was an order from my boss. I knew she was joking but who am I to reject an order from my boss? I brought out a red dress that Ella gifted for my last birthday. She said she thought it would go well with my hair color which was a very dark black color, and she was right. I’ve never really worn the dress but tonight seemed like the right time to try it on. I felt a sense of thrill run through my bones, well it seems like my wolf likes it too. I brought out my black heels and placed it alongside my dress on the bed then undressed and went to take a quick shower.

When he arrived at the holding area he swore loudly: “Holy F**ck!” Wendy was gone! The cage door was open, then the giant realized that Wendy had picked the padlock–open with one of her hair pins. “F**ck, Gaxgs will kill me for this,” the giant exploded picking up the small black hair pin that Wendy had carelessly let drop on to the floor. The giant in his mad rage: Threw the can of soda at the wall with such force that, the aluminium can smashed a hole right through it.

A sack of broken bones and torn flesh, I simply folded in on myself and fell. ​"NO!" ​Wendy broke her promise. She wasn't strong enough to catch me, she was a bird, and I was a falling rock, she lunged, wrapping her thin arms around my waist. She tried to take the impact, twisting her own body under mine. Her desperate cry turned into a sharp grunt as we both hit the stone floor in a tangled, agonizing heap. ​I couldn't breathe. The impact stole the air from my lungs, and my ribs screamed. All I could manage was a low, wet, gagging sound, my face pressed against the cold floor.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Zephyr held onto Cordelia’s hand. Despite how tall he was, he lowered his head and grinned, staring at her. “Cordelia, see, it’s so late now…” “Uh huh, so?” “So, can I not leave?” He negotiated. “It’s so dark, and it’s dangerous on the road. Are you not worried that I’m going back alone?” A giggle escaped Cordelia, and she laughed heartily. She pushed him toward the exit, but the man was tall and well-built. She used up all her strength and still could not move him. Because she had exerted so much force, she lost her balance and actually fell right into his arms.

First I wobble on my feet when I try to reach higher and grab the tampon which of course makes me lose balance, I try to keep myself from falling by holding onto the woman’s shoulders but that is an even more terrible idea because she obviously hates me and wants me off her body as soon as possible. I know this because she pushes my hand away which has me reeling back. But I’m not one to give up so easily so I grab her shirt and we both tumble down to the ground. It would have been fine if our encounter ended her but of course not, I don’t have such good luck. The woman had unfortunately tried to grab the shelf to avoid falling down but like me she had failed and only sent all the tampons on

Wendy was standing in the middle of the tomb. “Edmond can't control me.” Wendy said as she started the spell, the gentle breeze blew across the tomb almost blowing off the candles, the calm air became still before it turned into a fierce wind, and the dry leaves that lay inside the tomb began to float around her while her hair swayed to the direction of the wind. Lightning flashed while thunder struck the tomb opening the portal, she could see them, blood trickled down from her eyes, as the portal kept growing bigger. One of the creatures was about to escape when Wendy fell and the portal shut, Edmond just knocked her out with her magic, and the candles that were burning turned off. “Don't d

She didn't even dare to look at Kevan. "No way." Kevan walked up to her and reached out a hand. Before he could even touch her, Wendy took a step back in fright. She was wearing stilettos. It was meant to boost her confidence in her face-off against Kevan. However, at this moment, they were just a hindrance to her movement. Wendy accidentally twisted her ankle and fell down. Kevan rushed forward to grab her, but it was too late. Wendy crashed onto the ground and a sharp pain shot from her lower abdomen.

Neither have I. We don’t need to. I kneel beside Wendy and help tie her shoes. She fidgets as I double-knot them and tuck the laces in neatly. “There,” I say, straightening her collar. “Battle armor is complete. No dragons can get you now.” “Do you think the teacher will like me?” she asks. “She’ll love you,” I say without hesitation. “Just don’t tell her about the time we caught frogs in the sink.” Wendy giggles, and I let it sink in—that sound. That laugh. It’s a miracle in itself.

Gendry tossed the empty pizza box into the trash, rubbing a hand down his face. He was just about to grab a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang. Frowning, he strode out of the kitchen and made his way to the front door. Pulling it open, his body tensed up when he saw who it was. Wendy. She was leaning against the doorframe, her lips curling into a slow, sultry smile. Dressed in a deep red, body-hugging dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, she was the picture of seduction.