Novel & Cerita Wendy Darling In Peter Pan

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 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.

The two of us maintained a surface-level peace. At the same time, I needed to continue playing the role of the obedient daughter in front of Julian and Penelope, so I didn't openly target Wendy either. Every week, Wendy took piano lessons personally taught by Julian. Like a proud peacock, she constantly showed off her accomplishments in front of me, hoping to make me feel inferior. Unfortunately for her, I wanted exactly those opportunities to show off. Wendy had studied piano since childhood. Through years of hard work, she had won numerous awards and built an impressive reputation. In my previous life, her achievements in music had made her the pride and joy of Julian and Penelope.

I finally started to ask the same old question. "No David, and please don't ask." Wendy said. "You must?" Half question, half statement. "I must," Wendy replied, "but I will come back as soon as I can and it will be forever if you want." "I want," I told her, "I most certainly want." Wendy got out of the bed and I watched her put on her white high heels, the nurses uniform that zipped up at the front, leaving just the right amount of cleavage, and finally the hat. She straightened her stockings.

They filed out reluctantly, and the tension in the room lessened as soon as the door closed behind them. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The woman turned back to me, her smile softening. “I hope they weren’t too much trouble. Some of our people have… strong opinions about outsiders.” I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I just shook my head. “It’s fine,” I murmured. She rose to her feet, extending a hand. “I’m Wendy,” she said warmly. “I’m Darren’s grandmother.” The name clicked into place, and my eyes widened slightly. Darren had mentioned his grandmother when he had told me about his sister’s death. His grandmother was the woman who had raised him after his mother passe

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.

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..!"

“We never heard from him again.” Damian turned to her, eyes wide with wonder. "Should I worry?" She was smiling. "Yes. But I think you will survive." No sooner had she spoken than another voice thundered from the hallway. "Did someone mention pancakes?!" All heads turned toward the door where Wendy, wearing a silk robe and pearls, swept in with flair. Sabrina hid behind her hands. "Oh no." "And who is this handsome young fellow?" Wendy asked, peering behind glasses. "Don't tell me—this is the boy?

She looked at me then and smiled, "Hi'' I smiled back. "Hi" "I'm Wendy" She said. "I'm Darling" I said. "That's a pretty name. You're really pretty" I felt my face grow warm. It always hit different when children call me beautiful. I was so glad that she was not a hateful douchebag like her father and prayed that she never lost that kindness about her. Let something good come out of this man at least. "Thank you, Wendy. You're really beautiful too. I bet a lot of modelling agencies try to get you to work for them"

Daniel POV The moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless. She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse. What’s the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful. The mask she wore wasn’t enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,— power, affirmation, control.