Wendy Psycho Novels & Stories

I see her start to freeze, then she pushes through it, leaping at her father who is shocked and unready for her attack. “Yes, Wendy!” Warren shouts happily when she sweeps her legs behind his and takes him down. She stares at him a moment then runs and leaps into my arms. “I did it!” “Of course you did!” I say hugging her tightly. “Is this what you two were doing out here yesterday?” Yorick says from beside us. Wendy immediately pulls away from me as I turn to face her brother. “Your family wasn’t pushing her. I did. We needed her to work through her mental block before she came to the Academy. Her weakness becomes our weakness,” I tell him honestly.

Sweet memories of the past clashed with the cruel reality before her. Wendy met Lucas by chance two years ago. Back then, she worked part-time at a barbecue restaurant. One night, a drunk customer got handsy with her. She pleaded for help from the boss, but he ignored her. Wendy gritted her teeth as the man got bolder, ready to smash his head. Before she could, a warm hand pulled her behind, shielding her from the harassment. Wendy's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the man's silhouette.

“Excuse me! I am deeply offended by that statement…what do you want them for?” “Quinn, she’s upstairs in full meltdown…she suffers from anxiety thanks to everyone she’s ever been raised by…” Wendy gave a little hiccup of a startle at just how bad this girl’s life is. “…she needs something to help stop her brain so she can sleep...come on, you must have something…?”

Janeka said attempting not to force a grin knowing it would be Justin. Wendy chuckled when she saw her house. Home sweet home. All she wanted to do was to take a warm bath and go to bed since she couldn't recall what happened to her, but she was happy that she didn't get hurt or even get killed by whoever abducted her into the forest. Smiling, she walked into the house and dropped the bag on the couch before rushing into the bathroom. She stripped herself before she stepped into the bathtub. She inhaled the fragrance that hovered in the air, as she drowned herself in the tub.

They’ve talked before about having her move in officially and then renting out her house for extra income, enabling them both to retire earlier than they planned. I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone you love more than anything, who loves you right back. And I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have that person taken away from you. I really like Wendy, and Mom totally approves of her, as she told me in another dream. She’s the opposite of my mother, who was creative and free-spirited. Wendy’s a paralegal at Silver Ridge’s only law office. She’s worked the same job her whole adult life, has short, blonde hair, loves routines, and owns more cleaning products than the cleaning com

Wendy Fisher loves me with all her heart. Ten years ago, she was willing to trade her life to save mine. I give up my money, power, and identity without hesitation to elope with her. But when I go into shock from blood loss after a car accident, I can't get through to her on the phone. At that moment, her assistant posts a picture on Instagram with the caption, "Reunited as a family of three, safely and happily." In the photo, I see Wendy holding the baby's hand. She's so happy that she's even forgotten to take off her wedding ring. It turns out even a love forged in life and death amounts to nothing more than this. I smile bitterly and dial my stepmother's number. "I want to restore

Fluttering her lashes, Wendy presented them with saccharine sweetness. “I’m sorry for missing your game, Asher. I wanted to come, but David had BPPV—that’s a vertigo condition. I know dizziness seems minor to you athletes, but he’s fragile compared to—” No explanations needed. Asher brushed aside the damp hair clinging to her cheek, fully revealing her delicate features. Wendy. Wendy Wu. The one who wounded him. The one who healed him. Drawing a steadying breath, Asher met her eyes. “Listen. I’m not angry. I could never stay angry with you.”

Patrick sat frozen, phone pressed to his ear. If Wendy feared anyone in the world, it was Wayne. The prodigy, the researcher, the boy who’d grown into something unnervingly cold. Years ago, Wendy had ruined one of his projects—broadcasting sensitive notes in a livestream like it was a game. Wayne hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t begged. He’d simply taken her. Locked her in his lab. Three days of injections with his experimental formula—non-lethal, but cruel. Her body seized and shook, her stomach wrenched until she vomited bile and acid, until even water burned coming back up. She screamed, begged, choked on her own sobs while Wayne calmly recorded data.

Not only did she refuse to help, but she also used all her power to expose his unspeakable past to the public, ensuring his disgrace. Her top-tier lawyer was determined to get Hudson sentenced to death. Knowing Wendy would never help him, Hudson gave up and decided to drag her down with him. He told the police that Wendy killed Terry. Wendy was arrested, and Lloyd Corp's scandal became the top headline on every news outlet. Six months later, the Lloyd family secured Wendy's release on medical parole, citing mental illness as the grounds for her permanent transfer to a sanitarium. Perhaps it wasn't an excuse. During those six months behind bars, Wendy had truly lost her mind.

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.