Wendy Waters Rescue Heroes Novels & Stories

Wendy really was easy to tease. She scrolled through her contacts, found the all-black profile picture, and tapped on it. The name at the top of the chat was Roy Toye. What happened Sunday night had only left her with a mild concussion. Three days had passed, and she felt completely fine now. Her departure date was getting closer, and Winter didn’t want to waste any more time. Six weeks was nowhere near enough time to make her truly skilled, but even learning a move or two would still help. For someone about to head into a war-torn place, a little self-defense was still better than none.

His eyes were cold, filled with anger… Anger at himself. He couldn't believe that he had done what he had done to Wendy. He couldn't bear to think what he would do if anything happened to her. Ten hours later, the helicopter landed in a remote Nordic town. Zayne jumped out and headed straight for the local research center. He pushed the door open and walked in. With an urgent and low voice, he demanded, "Where's Wendy?" A researcher looked up in surprise. "Dr. Morgan? She's gone to the glacier for her field research."

It was easy to interact with and trust people like them. Wendy felt the same way. She looked at Lindsay with sparking eyes and said, "Linds, you’re amazing." Not only was Lindsay skilled at face-reading, but she was also incredibly brave. Wendy, who could swim, wasn't sure she would have had the courage to jump in. Especially during the most dangerous current, Lindsay abandoned her own chance to reach the shore and turned back to save Elric. Both of them could have easily been swept away. Wendy couldn’t see herself doing that, but she deeply admired those who could.

"Enough. I've called an ambulance. Other doctors will take over." Wendy shook her head in disappointment. "Rowan, every second counts when saving a life. Stop being unreasonable!" She turned to reassure the elderly woman. "Ma'am, don't worry. I'll save your son." I remained in her way, and Wendy's patience snapped. She shoved me roughly, almost knocking me off my feet, and circled around to give emergency care to the man in the water. I stared at her and firmly said, "Very well. This is your choice."

Jordan and his crew waded in, struggling with every step. No one even knew where my body was. Then Wade finally showed up, trailing his team. Mandy Beech was right behind him. "Wade, do you think she's hurt? It's all my fault—I delayed the rescue," Mandy murmured, her voice shaky. "She'll be fine," Wade said, brushing it off. "She always makes a fuss, and there's been a stay-home warning all day. She wouldn't be stupid enough to come out in this weather."

When the wreckage finally came down on them, a great storm seemed to pass through it. "Oh my god, what happened to my belongings?" Trist's comment was unbelievable. "Everything is broken." "Guys, Wendy!" Ynaria caught the attention. It saw Wendy lying on the cement near the door. Ynaria ran to Wendy's place, followed by Trist, Ryan and Clement. Ynaria patted Wendy on the cheek to wake her up but she failed. Trist and Ryan carried Wendy on the elongated sofa and laid her down, but her head was on Ryan's lap.

When Ryan stabbed me five times, my white dress was quickly soaked with crimson blood. He pressed the bloodied knife against my vulnerable neck. "Call David," he said. His hand trembled with rage. Pale-faced, I hesitated briefly before dialing, "I've been taken by Ryan. He's stabbed me several times, up on our neighborhood rooftop. Come rescue me quickly." My voice quivered. A moment of silence followed, then a response devoid of concern—cold and dismissive: "Really? What timing. Ashley falls apart and tries to kill herself, and now you're being stabbed," David said. His tone was utterly detached.

Her laughter faded as she spoke. Wendy ignored her question, lost in her thoughts. At that moment, all she sought was an escape plan. She discreetly scanned her surroundings again, assessing the police presence and considering how she could evade them before they apprehended her. She couldn’t allow them to imprison her; her thirst for vengeance remained unquenched, and knowing that Hayley would go scot-free if she were to be arrested fueled Wendy’s determination. As Rosalie’s voice faded into the background, Wendy’s mind raced for a solution. She scrutinized Rosalie with a cold, calculating stare, recognizing that she would need to eliminate her to facilitate a successful escape. This realiz

"Your cousin, your parents, your relatives… even Owen! How can they be like this? They say it didn't win—so why are they treating you like this? Or… did you actually win twenty dollars and not tell them?" I neither confirmed nor denied it. Wendy understood instantly. Without hesitation, she set off to rescue me. When she arrived, I pried open a window and braided my clothes into a rope. I slid down, reached the street, and jumped on her little electric scooter. Together, we tore through the night. I didn't ask where we were going. I trusted her. At a fork in the road, she suddenly said she needed to use the restroom. I waited at the entrance, then noticed the tissue in the scooter basket—she