Wendy X Dipper Novels & Stories

The umbrella above us provided a cozy shade, and Wendy sat down beside me. "Okay, then, what's up?" I asked, turning to face her. Wendy's expression turned serious, and I sensed a hint of concern in her voice. "Firstly, what happened, Alice? You just disappeared with Xavier without a word. That was cruel." "I'm really sorry about that," I replied, sighing deeply. "Like I said, Xavier and I kind of... went out to—" Wendy cut me off, her expression softening. "It's okay if you guys don't want to talk about it. I understand."

the big guy rolled his eyes. “What things?” Wendy was curious. “Them,” the big man lifted the drape that carefully covered a near-by cage. Wendy screamed! . . . . . Willy was not going to sit by and wait for a miracle. Willy used a strand of Wendy’s hair which he had teleported back to the house and took from a comb, that belonged to her: With Andy the Android's aid he was able to lock on to Wendy’s DNA signature from that strand of hair

So, the wrist guards definitely needed to be returned to him, but how to return them, how to contact Asher, she hadn't figured that out yet. That evening, Wendy went to David and Song Keling's place for hotpot. Wendy had only been in New York for a month and hadn't really opened up her social circle yet. Apart from David and his partner and Jessica, she hardly had any friends. Her relationship with her colleagues was good, but she didn't really go out shopping with them or anything. Her current shopping buddy was only Song Keling. Jessica had given her too much makeup and face masks. Wendy shared some with her colleagues, but kept most of the rest for Song Keling.

The group goes silent and turns to me. “I’m Cyra Teymoori,” I begin. I don’t get any further before a young woman throws herself into my arms. “Oh my goddess! Of course my brother would be mated to a beautiful woman,” she says. “Hi?” I say, but it sounds more like a question. “Sorry, I’m Wendy.” “Oh, hey, Wendy. Yorick talks about you all the time.” She laughs, the sound so similar to Yorick’s that it makes my heart hurt.

Harder. “Brooding again?” a voice called out. Xander didn’t turn. Wendy walked onto the pitch, phone in hand, blue hair tied up casually. She wore an oversized hoodie and trainers, chewing gum as she approached him like this was a normal evening—which it was. “You’re going to break something if you keep doing that,” she said lightly. “Relax, bro.” Xander finally stopped, hands on his hips. “What do you want, Wendy?” She grinned. “Wow. Someone’s grumpy.”

I say instead. “Like what? Wendy is always at her computer working with you guys,” she says. Interesting. Wendy isn’t always working with me. If she’s spending that much time at her computer, then she’s spending more time with Hacker than I realized. I already knew he liked her and was probably using this weekend to spend time with her away from me. Which is exactly why I showed up. Wendy isn’t eighteen and if we’re both interested in her, there’s a possibility that she could be mated to one of us. So yeah, I’m here to cockblock that bastard.

Daniel POV The moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless. She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse. What’s the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful. The mask she wore wasn’t enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,— power, affirmation, control.

If Melody wanted to be popular, then Wendy would be more than happy to show everyone Melody's ugly side! She remembered someone who would be very helpful at that moment and took out her mobile phone to search for that contact. It was saved on her phone as 'BD—Black Dragon'. "Hey, BD? This is Wendy. I need your help." "Well, hello there, Miss Wendy! What can I do for you?" Wendy sent Melody's photo to BD and said, "I want you to kidnap this woman." "My, oh my. She's a beauty!" BD made a lewd whistle when he received the photo. "What did she do to piss you off?"

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

"We can all kill some time with her while our Master's are fucking Evelyn." "How old are you?" Jerry asked. "I just turned nineteen last month," Wendy replied, shyly, trying not to stare at Jerry's obvious prick. "Have you ever had sex before?" Chen asked. "Kissing, petting, with boys mostly, though I did kiss a girl once." "When you say petting, how far did that extend?" Wendy blushed, hard to see from her complexion, but the attitude was clear. "The boy had my bra off and was sucking on my nipples while he rubbed my pussy through my jeans," she whispered, eyes downcast.