Winn Supergirl Novels & Stories

A chiffon-layered fascinator obscured her face, adding an otherworldly charm. "My God, isn't that Winston Taylor? He might have aged, but observe his presence and posture! I'd mistake him for being in his 40s from behind." "He must have been a super hot guy 30 years ago, maybe even better looking than Jasper Beckett. Besides, his genes are so powerful—his children are his carbon copies." "Indeed …" "Lyla Nelson is so lovely. I'm mesmerized!" "There's a reason she beat Sophia Kirkman to be the queen of TS Network back in the day!"

Getting his phone out of his pocket, he dialed a number. "Miss, I'm sorry but the plan failed. Someone suddenly rushed out and rescued Winnie before I was able to crash the car into her. That guy has super speed and I don't think he's an average guy."

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Four years had been mighty kind to him, mighty kind indeed. And then when I turned eighteen, I swallowed the pain, put on my big girl panties, and went to work. But there was nothing more painful than watching Kay join me a year later, Mae, two years later, and Fay, two years after. I never wanted them to be a part of this mess, but there was an obligation to the family. We were Spencer's first and Howard's second, and the Spencer family name overruled everything. I watched their innocence quickly disappear, something that no one ever deserved. It was even harder to watch Fay. She had the brightest future with a full-ride scholarship to NYU to study law, which she did do, but I knew she'd ne

I quickly concluded and she laughed “no he's not. He's just the guy who loves pink. He's also known as the pink model and it looks good on him” she said and grinned “okay, so tell me about the girl” I said and crossed my arms to listen “she's WiniRed. That's her nickname because her favorite color is red. She's the bad girl. Some say she has pride but she's still the one with most of the fans” “and why is that?” “because she shows them love. She's only proud towards other celebrities”

We were strangers then but now we are something else. I spotted Winnie immediately the moment l stepped in. She is dressed in her waitress uniform looking all sexy l can say. Her skirt too short above her knees. But am telling she doesn't even give a dam to those who throw gazes towards her. It's as if she owns the place. Oh yes how l can l forget that she is the boss's girlfriend. Hehe

William's fingers subconsciously rubbed against the cold wall of the glass in his hand, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down his throat. Samuel was alert enough to notice the change in William's face and nudged him with his elbow. "You like her? I went to great lengths to 'borrow' her from my friend's art gallery. Her name's Winnie, and she does oil paintings. She doesn't like coming to these places. It took me a lot of effort to call her here!" Winnie didn't seem to care about the looks that came her way. She simply stood there quietly, her fingers lightly caressing her bag strap, as if to confirm that her belongings were still with her.

“Sorry let me refresh your brain, I am Winnie” the woman replied appearing on the other side of the room to intimidate him. “Damn bitch, you made me lose the opportunity to reach here on time and fight for my island. What else do you want from me? Must I kill you so that you can leave me alone? “He asked obviously angry and reached out to grab her neck, but he was wrong again. Super natural things weren’t easy to predict because at that moment Winnie disappeared in to thin air.

“I mean, if mountains of paperwork all day, followed by nights of junk food and Netflix is glamorous, then yeah. It’s totally true.” “Sounds good to me.” She reached up and tightened her ponytail. “I’d kill for a night of Netflix and junk food.” As she spoke, another familiar face caught my eye. Lifting my hand, I waved to Jack. He smiled and started toward us. “Ooh,” Winn said once she saw Jack coming our way. “Wes might not come out on top this time, huh?” “What?” I looked her way. She grinned. “That’s ten bucks I’ll be happy to lose.”

"Hey there, little one. What's your name?" The girl, her gaze fixed on Lila's outstretched hand, mumbled something inaudible. Aaron, ever helpful, piped up, "That's Winnie. She doesn't talk much." A pang of concern shot through Lila. The little girl's clothes, though clean, seemed worn, and her shoes scuffed. "Where are your mom and dad?" she asked gently. Winnie clutched Aaron's arm tighter, her thumb burrowing deeper into her mouth. Aaron, however, seemed unfazed by the question. "We don't have a mommy anymore," he said simply.