Wendy Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

As she passed by the hallway, she happened to notice the door handle to Terry's room move slightly. It was the faintest of movements, one that Terry and I had poured every ounce of our strength into. Sure enough, Wendy was drawn to it. As if possessed, she walked toward the bedroom door and overheard Hudson speaking to Gracie. "And when I told you to frame that bastard last time, I clearly said you should fall harder. Yet you ended up with only a tiny fracture.

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.

The new intern had a habit of calling my husband "Daddy." "Daddy, I am having the worst luck today. Could you please go buy me some feminine products?" "Daddy, I cannot get the zipper on my dress unstuck. Can you help me?" "Daddy, why do you not have my hair tie around your wrist? I think you deserve a punishment. Wear two. Pink ones, okay?" I frowned as irritation simmered beneath the surface. My husband waved it off with a casual smile. "She is just being playful. Do not take it seriously. She is young and enjoying the novelty. She will get over it soon enough." I said nothing. I waited until the night of the company’s annual gala. She suddenly stumbled in front of everyone and fe

Navia glanced down at the unfamiliar number and answered instinctively. “Navia, it’s me, Wendy Lawson!” Wendy Lawson sounded frantic. “What happened?” Navia immediately sensed something wrong. “It’s Vivian!” Wendy’s voice trembled. “She… she jumped off a building today!” Navia shot to her feet. “What?!” “Where is she? I’m coming immediately!” “She’s at Kingsley General Hospital.” Wendy sounded close to tears. “I know how much you care about her. The Lawson family’s trying to suppress everything and keep it secret. I secretly slipped out just to tell you.”

I felt more relaxed and calm already. “You won’t loose me Lena.” I said sharply, merging my lips with hers. But before I could lose myself completely— BAM! The lounge door burst open. I groaned, snapping my head toward the doorway. Wendy. Crying. Shaking. Completely disheveled. Her brunette hair was a tangled mess, mascara streaking down her cheeks as she clutched her arms. “Fuck” I cursed under my breath. Not now. Lena immediately sat up, pulling her robe around herself.

Chapter 32_ The Trap Wolfe Family House . Dinner was quiet, the way Gracie Wolfe liked it, Mr. Wolfe was cutting his steak slowly, reading something on his tablet. Gracie ate calmly, as if nothing in the world ever moved fast enough to disturb her. Then the dining room doors swung open. Wendy rushed in still wearing heels, her hair slightly messy, her breathing uneven. She didn’t even greet before she spoke. “Something has to be done about that boy!” she burst out.

It was a hopeless cause; she would have to wait till the meeting was over Panting heavily, she knelt in front of the door crying bitterly, she had failed George when he had been there to rescue her Meanwhile, inside the meeting room. The school disciplinary committee assembled, together with a dejected-looking Mr. and Mrs Richwood who sat with George, whose expression was blank, it was hard to denote what he was thinking at that moment

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.

Now, he was ready. Wendy lifted the gun again, this time, she positioned it on Kathryn's baby bump, with her deadly smirk. “This is fun..” she smirked. Lyon saw James move, quick and silent. James grabbed a chair, lifting it above his head. In one swift motion, he slammed it down hard onto Wendy’s head. The crack of the chair hitting her skull rang out in the room. Wendy let out a shocked gasp before crumpling to the floor, unconscious before she even hit the ground.

everything began to whirl all around them becoming a blur. “Mom, Dad!” Wendy cried in panic. Her parents tried to say something to her, tried to reassure her and hold on to her, but she couldn’t hear them: It was just as if someone had pressed the mute button. They just shook their heads sadly at her, and rapidly they became just a blur, until she could no longer feel their touch any more. . . . . . Wendy found herself lying on the grassy lawn, at the backyard of her own house. She sat up and saw that she was near a makeshift grave.