Wendy Gravity Fall Novelas e Histórias

Her modest neckline had slipped, revealing more than intended. Nevertheless, Felix had spent the past three years with his six beautiful fellow apprentices and was entirely immune to such distractions. "What do you want?" he asked. Wendy answered in a hurry, "Thank you for saving my grandfather. I sincerely apologize for everything that happened this morning." Felix frowned. "You've already apologized. Now, can you let him drive me back to the city?" Wendy was genuinely puzzled. She was a successful CEO well-known for her beauty and had plenty of admirers. Yet, Felix, brimming with youthful vigor, seemed completely unaffected by her charms.

She couldn't accept it! Wendy acted as though she was trying to stand up, but halfway through, she swayed unsteadily and fell towards Carl. Carl took a step back, still holding Renee. Wendy ended up sprawled at their feet, looking disheveled. At this point, most people wouldn't dare to push their luck further, even if they fainted. But Wendy wasn't like most people. She tremblingly reached out and grabbed Carl's pant leg.

She exclaimed happily. "Yes, you are, Grumps." "You can let go of me now, I think I can do this." She said, still paddling her arms. Her strokes were more powerful now. "Are you sure about that?" I asked, not quite sure if I should let go. If anything bad happened to her, I don't think I'd be able to forgive myself. "Yes, I am sure." I slowly let go of her waist as I watched her slowly. At first, she was doing great but then she started to panic. She moved her hands and legs awkwardly and started to sink.

She used the hem of her sweater to wipe the blood off my forehead. "Apologize?" Grace laughed. She grabbed Wendy by the scruff of her neck and pulled her off me. "Look here, Carter. Don't ever think you can order me around, is that fucking clear? Your dad may be a good and respected doctor. But that doesn't change the fact that you are a fucking nobody." A strange look flashed in Wendy's eyes. The look screamed fear. No, it was hesitation and resignation. What Grace had said about Wendy was true, and she couldn’t argue with her.

Thud. The footsteps were just outside the door now. Wendy acted fast and opened the window. It was the second floor, but she didn't hesitate. After climbing out, she jumped. She landed hard on the lawn below, feeling sharp pain in her ankle. It hurt so much, it felt unbearable. Ignoring her disheveled state, she fumbled for her phone and dialed Cecelia. The call connected, and Cecelia's voice came through. "Wendy? It's late. Where are you? Having fun somewhere?"

] Wendy didn't react outwardly, yet she couldn't stop herself from rereading the words and images over and over, dozens of times, as if the repetition would somehow make them unreal. When Grayson returned, he found her lying on the bed, her eyes swollen and red, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white. His chest tightened, and he hurried to her side, pulling her into his arms, his voice taut with concern. "Wendy, why are you crying?" Crying? Wendy blinked, as if only now realizing it herself. Her fingers brushed her cheeks, and she found them damp. At some point, without knowing it, tears had carved their way down her face.

Fingers slip. Tries again. This time she catches it. Hauls herself up with a sound that is half effort, half something else she refuses to name. Climb. Don’t think. Climb. Metal rattles under her weight. Loud. Too loud. Below—hands reaching. One catches her boot. Cold grip. Maya kicks. Once. Twice. The hand lets go. She climbs faster. “Upper body strength,” she mutters. “Finally useful.” Roof.

The wheelchair went out of control, hurtling down the slope! “Mother!” Wendy’s pupils dilated. She lunged instinctively, trying to grab the handle. However, at the exact moment she reached it, Belinda suddenly spun around and shoved her! “Get away!” Wendy stumbled backward and fell straight into the middle of the road. Screeching brakes pierced the air. Her body was slammed violently, crashing hard onto the pavement. In the last agonizing second, she saw Vivian standing on the roadside, supporting Belinda with a cold smirk on her face.

Every ounce of strength. She let go. Suddenly. My weight was already shifting backward from pulling so hard. My foot reached behind me, searching for solid ground. There was nothing. I’d forgotten where I was standing. Right at the edge of the stairs. My arms shot out, grasping desperately for the railing. My fingers brushed it but couldn’t hold on. I fell. My back slammed into the stairs. The air left my lungs. Then gravity took over. I was tumbling, my body hitting step after step. Each impact sent pain shooting through me.

Chunk could not believe Joshua was still protecting Wendy. He snatched back the journal and turned to leave. Late that night, the freezing wind howled outside the expedition station. A heated argument suddenly erupted in the corridor outside the control room. I floated in midair and followed the voices. Chunk had Wendy cornered against the wall. He pried a tiny USB drive from her palm. The moment Wendy saw Joshua, her legs gave out, and she dropped to the floor. Tears streamed down her face as her entire body trembled.