Wendy Corduroy Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

All of them were actually, all except the ones that trailed to me. “The bonds are all intact except the ones that lead to you.” Wendy stood trailing her fingers of the cords. She plucked the cords between her and me, and I felt a tug. It rippled in my chest, but I could tell it was weakening. The dark spot in the centre growing bigger.

Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse. “That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!” The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement. Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her cheeks. She was beautiful in a bold, fearless way. She clutched her pom-poms to her chest, eyes shining.

Camden just sighed crestfallenly and finished his own coffee before wearing his own coat. They walked through the spacious hallway of the station towards the parking lot, they will be taking the van, since it's the only vehicle that is unused at the moment and they'll fit quite nicely. "Who's driving?" Emman asked. "Me, I'm the only one who knows the address after all," Arielle said. Knoxx tossed the keys to her and they all went in the van. Camden looked out the window as the van rolled out of the station and squirmed at the raindrops splattering on the window. Thank goodness that the city has wide and clean sewers and aqueducts, or he'll have to worry about flooding too. He absolutely desp

Except it couldn’t swallow what leaked through Wendy’s bedroom door. Under the faint tune of jingle bells from the speakers, A low, mechanical buzz. Wet, rhythmic slaps. A breathy, desperate moan that punched me straight in the gut. No fucking way. I froze, hand on the knob. The sound came again, higher, needier, edged with a whimper that made my cock twitch. Wendy Thorne, honor-roll princess, the girl who used to beg me to push her higher on the swings, who cried when we found a dead sparrow in the gutter, was in there doing… that?

All three women were already a mess, their clothes disheveled and their hair tangled. "Monica, you crazy woman! What the hell are you and your mother doing?!" Howard lifted the woman off the ground and held her in his arms, looking unbearably protective. Monica tried to kick them again, but several people held her back. Seeing this, Aunt Lorelei dropped to the ground dramatically, slapping her thigh. "I can't believe this! How did my good daughter end up with a worthless man like you?!" Howard looked at her with disgust. "Look at her. She's blown up like a damn pig. I can't even stand looking at her!

Finally, she forced a small nod. “Yes… it’s fine. Thank you,” she said softly, grateful for the out, even if it felt temporary. She rose from her seat and left, her steps slower than usual. Later that evening, the girls were sprawled out in Trudy’s room, the floor littered with makeup brushes, discarded clothes, and the chaotic aftermath of getting ready for the costume party. Music played low in the background, filling the silence between their chatter. “Wait, so you’re going to be tutoring your ex-boyfriend?” Ava asked, her eyes wide as she sat cross-legged on the floor, tugging at the hem of her outfit. “Yoo, that’s messed up.” She shook her head in disbelief.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

The bunny hopped up her arm and clung onto the chains binding her hands. The chains clanged and fell to the ground, Eloise ignored the pain she felt as she struggled and rose to her feet. She created a metal staff and used it to support herself; she tried to take a step forward. The metal staff clanged against the hard floor as her feet buckled and she fell to the ground. A fit of choking and coughing, followed by uncontrolled vomiting and wheezing, turned into crying and screaming in frustration.

He continued to pull me further away from the hospital until we found a small park just close by. There was a blanket spread out over the grass under a huge tree with a bag on it. "Surprise," he said, "I know it's not much but I can't exactly take you anywhere far from the hospital considering your condition," he said sheepishly as we both sat down. "It's still perfect," I answered. "I really missed the Sun," I smiled. "Anything is seriously better than being stuck in that hospital room." Nick chuckled, "I thought you'd say something like that. Hence I made it even perfect by getting you this," he said and removed the whole Fallen boxset from the bag.

They walked into the room and she couldn’t resist the urge to show herself and stand before the door, looking in through the small path of the nearly closed door. “Grandmother Danny,” Wendy exclaimed. Anna watched as she peeled herself from Caspian’s side and rushed to the old woman who lay on the bed with a drip connected to her body. She sat on the bed and wrapped herself around the grandmother, hugging her so tight like they’d known each other for long. What exactly was Wendy’s relationship with the Riordan? “Oh dear, you’re finally back in the city. When did you come?” “Few days ago. Grandmother, don’t tell me that you haven’t been taking your medications and that is why you fell ill. Se