Wendy Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to show up." "You betrayed us," I spat out, my hand tightening around my weapon. She shrugged. "Business is business, sweetheart. And you were getting in the way of our profits." "You're sick," I said, my voice shaking with anger and disgust. Wendy chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea. But I suppose it doesn't matter now. You're all going to die anyway." She snapped her fingers, and suddenly the ground beneath us began to shake. Buildings toppled, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air.

He suddenly stuck out his foot and tripped her. In an instant, Wendy lost her balance. Terror filled her eyes as she reached for the windowsill. At the same time, Adam's heavy body lurched inward. For Wendy, survival turned into an unreachable gulf. "Ahhh!" Amid the screams of the crowd, Wendy fell straight down from the seventh floor. At that moment, the parents rushed to Adam, who had already climbed back inside. "Adam, are you all right? Are you hurt?" "Adam, what do you want to eat? Mommy will buy it for you."

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.

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.

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.

] 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.

Wendy screamed, "Lance, if you walk away today, I'll jump from the second floor!" Lance paused. When he looked at Wendy standing on the balcony, he only felt more irritated. He then quickened his pace and left. The next second, Wendy really jumped. "Wendy!" … At the hospital, the doctor emerged from the ER. He said, "Mr. and Mrs. Walker, don't worry. Ms. Wendy only has some minor injuries." "But she donated a kidney before, and she's had some hallucinations from past trauma. Doctor, please do a full examination on her," Gemma said, still feeling uneasy.

Gravity chose to wake up in my arms at that very moment. She blinked her eyes open, taking in the surroundings, before realizing that she was in some sort of entertainment venue and trying to wriggle out of my grasp. "Slides!" she exclaimed, climbing a wooden ladder and sliding down a slide on her back. Cherrie set her chin above her fists in a curl, grinning wider. "Oh, how cute." Wholesome, my ass. She had no idea on what side of Gravity I had access to-the one where I had an appetite for seven extra-large pancakes and belting "Firework" straight through as a burp.