Wendy Corduroy Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

If anyone had ever looked at her with such wordless protectiveness, she didn’t remember it. Inside, the ballroom glowed with chandeliers that dripped crystal like liquid fire. Music swelled through the air, a violin orchestra, haunting and elegant. Heads turned immediately. Lucian Ward, the man the city whispered about, had arrived with a mysterious woman. Elara felt the heat of a hundred eyes. Lucian must have sensed her tension, because he leaned close enough for his breath to graze her ear. “They can look,” he murmured. “But no one touches.”

And just below it, a cracked maintenance door Drew probably thought no one noticed. She jammed it open a few centimeters with a coin, then left. That night, she came back in black jeans, gloves, and the quiet rage of a woman who had lost everything. She waited until the gym was locked up. Midnight. The street dead quiet. She slipped through the alley, slid through the broken maintenance door, and found herself in the back storage room—the one she’d seen the crates disappear into. There they were. Four of them. Marked with "Training Gear" this time.

With her hands groping the walls, she attempted to stand up, but the sharp pain shooting through her legs caused her to collapse. Avery winced as her legs gave way, realizing she had sprained her ankle. Just then, she heard the metallic sounds of gears and locks. For a fleeting moment, silence engulfed the room, followed by creaking noises, and suddenly, a bright light flooded the space. It was so intense that she had to shield her eyes until they adjusted. "The Boss wants you," a deep, husky voice declared, drawing her gaze in its direction. "F*** you!" Avery cursed, glaring defiantly at the stranger. "I won't budge from here unless you tell me where I am."

"Pin up her hair so it looks like Poppy's. I'll fix her dress." I motioned for Poppy to turn, and started tugging on the corset ties of her dress. They were looped wrong, leading to the bodice crinkling up along her sides, rather than sitting smoothly like it should have. I tugged it smooth, and tight. "Can you still breath in this?" She nodded. "Good. Now help Gladiole into her dress, and I better not have to fix it."

She tucked a few locks of her black hair behind her ear, dialed Amber’s number and placed the phone on her face. “Vanessa, Hiii…” Amber’s high-pitched voice blared through the phone. “Did you get my messages? Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” “Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said it like a sigh. Her migraines were worsening, and she couldn’t tell if it was Amber’s voice that made it worse, or if it was the glaring sun burning over her head and causing all the cars in the park to glisten with a radiating yellow. “Amber, what do those pictures mean? That’s Tyler?” she asked, like she did not already know.

Jules smiled and gestured me to go. As I walk my thoughts fly again. I also plan to visit mom in the hospital today because I’m sure her surgery is over. I quickly got to the locker room and quickly searched for my number. "2405, 2406, 2407,2408! Gotcha!" I smiled as I opened my locker but stopped suddenly when I saw an envelope in it. My hands shakingly reached for it. I open the letter wide-eyed. Good day Oxians! You are one of a lucky person invited to participate in a FALLING GAME.

I stomped towards the empty place beside the customer. “Catherine,” Gwen muttered. “I’m having problems with this guy. He’s insisting that twenty minus seventeen is six! I don’t know what to believe anymore.” “Gwen is right. Your change is only three, Sir.” “Prove it? The real way.” “Fine.” I gaze back at Gwen. “Do you have a pen and paper?” She bobbed her head and pulled a black ballpoint pen and a sheet of A4 bond paper from the inside.

There was regret in his dead grey eyes as he finished that sentence. The man in front of him stood around two inches taller, his hair also dark brown though it was cut shorter on the back and sides but slightly longer on the top. He looked at his brother his ocean blue eyes, bloodshot from sleep deprivation. Another door opened and a woman entered, she had raven black hair braided into a fishtale plait and her blueish-green eyes filled with saddness though she had a look of determination on her face. She was short and skinny, but she had some muscle definition in her arms. "It is done." She stated loud enough for both men to hear. "She is gone." A tear slipped down her cheek as the taller of

In the flickering light, her face twisted into something monstrous and wild. I was suddenly overcome with a wave of sickness, letting out a cry of agony. I writhed on the ground, but the invisible flames kept burning me. My entire body felt like it was on fire as I curled into a ball on the floor. My voice was raspy, a wild, beast-like roar escaping my lips: "I'm burning up, someone help me, please!" Joanna just stood there, watching with icy detachment, unmoved by my suffering. My friend, Melissa Jones, started shrieking at the top of her lungs, "Oh my gosh! Someone call 911 or something! Wren's got a demon in her!"

I resolved that I was going to wear my shirt untucked the rest of the summer, to provide at least a little bit of cover for all the unauthorized boners I was going to experience. Honestly, the bending over was just the cherry on top. Wendy was a total dime-piece. She had dirty blonde hair, seemingly genuine in color, with bangs in front and shoulder length in back, framing a cute round face with wide blue eyes. She had some meat on her bones, but it was all smooth and sleek, with not a bump or lump to be observed... other than the two magnificent, swelling, softball-sized lumps in front. Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a