Wendy Psycho Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled heavily and took a few steps closer to Freya, who stood her ground as she observed Wendy intently. With her face inches away from Freya's, Wendy stated, "You’ve been compensated for the job, Miss Williams. I would appreciate it if you refrained from probing into my motives any further. I despise being questioned, but what I detest even more are those who meddle in others' affairs. Do you understand?" Her tone turned serious as she continued, "So, why don’t you be sensible, take the money, and leave without asking any more foolish questions?" Freya was momentarily taken aback by Wendy’s response. Stunned into silence, her heart raced as she registered the ann

Wendy had an incoming text. Stanley glanced at her phone, and in the next moment, his dark, intense gaze narrowed suddenly. He saw her profile picture glowing on the screen. It looked eerily identical to the profile picture of the genius freshman, W. Stanley quickly walked over to the bed, reaching for her phone. Just then, Wendy shifted in her sleep, and her delicate face pressed against his hand. Stanley froze, unsure of what he was doing. He must have been seeing things—was it possible that Wendy was the same genius freshman W?

"Ms. Cross, I have some other interesting information aside from this medical record. Would you be interested in hearing them?" As she spoke, she gestured for a number. "I want this much." When I agreed, she placed the medical record on my desk and began talking right away. "Adrian was the one who sent Wendy over to our hospital four years ago. She was doing quite well in the beginning, but she would go insane whenever Adrian came. So, we speculated that she wasn't crazy at all and was just trying to avoid her boyfriend. "She had given me a notebook on the day she died, saying I could return it to her the next day. Yet, she jumped off the building and committed suicide that night."

Wendy said. These words pricked Daisy so badly but she just kept her calm. Wendy started chanting some spells inaudibly while she was still holding Jordan. She did it for a while. Then, she heaved a deep sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Everyone just watched her, waiting for her to say something before she finally broke the silence. “He’s not after my kind. I don’t know why he’s after wolf blood witches but he is. I also can’t gain access into his head. As little as he is, he has a lot of memories locked up in his head. I can’t access it.” Wendy said.

It was normal for the sect to produce several disciples with strange personalities. Ten years ago, Wendy fell in love with a fisherman at Great Nether Lake. However, the man already had a wife and children. In order to get the man, she killed his wife and children. In her excitement, Wendy did to them what she did to the little animals. After that, she forced the man to get into bed with her. The man refused to give in, and Wendy ended up killing him as well. Such matters were normal with a member of an unorthodox sect.

Wendy had finally exposed her trail. I wanted to tell Mom that this was her supposed gentle daughter she so adored. Mom stepped forward deliberately, making her presence known. She looked at Wendy, who now seemed tense, and smiled. “What are you watching so intently, sweetheart? A drama? I was just tired from work earlier. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” Mom was the city’s most renowned criminal psychologist. She had long sensed something was wrong. However, Wendy relaxed instantly, believing she had not been heard. Rather, she was certain she still held the image of the innocent, kind-hearted, good daughter in Mom’s eyes.

Wendy replied, "I just got dumped, so I ordered a few male models to comfort myself. There are plenty of handsome men in this world. Why should I hang myself from just one tree? Sharon, don't you think so?" Wendy was a complete beauty enthusiast. She even insisted on choosing handsome men as her bodyguards, so wanting a few male models after a breakup was not exactly surprising. Sharon knew Wendy only wanted some eye candy. She would not actually do anything reckless. So Sharon said nothing more. She actually wanted to know how exactly Wendy had ended up heartbroken. Wendy directed the male models to sing and dance, then had a few of them serve drinks for the two of them. Sharon's alcohol to

Nothing about the cold shower was able to relieve him from his misery. Wendy was like crack. Like a drug that he was addicted to. His body wanted her despite the fact that it was impossible. And he was having crazy withdrawal symptoms. 'I want you to say you're sorry.' Wendy's voice had gone down many decibels. Her eyes were dilated. And her breathing was laboured. 'Fuck' She murmured. What the hell did this man have on her? 'Apologise? What for? You are just one sick person.' He started to walk away but turned back quickly when he caught something in her eyes.

Christopher also sighed despondently and said, “Wendy, you’re right...” Wendy was silent for a moment as if she had made some kind of decision. She suddenly restarted the car and made a right turn at the intersection where she should be going straight, then spoke up and said, “Forget it. I’ll send you two to the hospital right now! You should hurry up and recover from your injuries so that you can go out and find a decent job after you recover!”

Jan….. Wendy was the daughter of the people who moved in next door. She was very pretty with a hot body. I wished I had looked like that at her age. We became friends instantly. They had all lived on a farm, and Wendy was home schooled. She had no contact with kids her age. I had one fantasy that kept coming back and never left my mind, wanting it more and more for a long time. Wendy was just right to at least try and get her to help me fulfill my fantasy.