Winn Supergirl Novels & Stories

Many stood above the walls of Macchia City, which included Walagnus, Quinella, Winnie, and Delainey. Wearing a grim expression, Winnie murmured to herself in secret, 'Is Dad undergoing a Heavenly Tribulation? Why is its power so immense? I've reached the Sage Rank's Fifth Stage, but I can't help but feel shivers down my spine when I sense the power of this Heavenly Tribulation.’

I gave her my best puppy-dog eyes, hoping she’d understand the seriousness of my desire. She looked around quickly and giggled at the way I sounded. “I’ll help you out,” she said proudly, puffing her chest out a little. “Why? Because I’m Super Girl!” I burst out laughing. “Oh wow, I’m lucky then.” She climbed up onto the stool beside me and took over the controls with surprising confidence. I stood back, folding my arms and watching her with amusement and curiosity. Within two minutes, she had the claw machine wrapped around her little finger. The claw reached in, grabbed the pink bunny doll I had been struggling for, and dropped it into the prize chute. Then she went again and won another a

"Sister?" "Lila!" Her voice bubbled with an excitement that felt jarring against my inner turmoil. "You won't believe it! Mr. Blackwell’s arranged it! A trip! For all the children! To Suomenlinna! Next week! Fully funded, transport, food, guides, everything! He just called, said it was all confirmed!" She paused, breathless. "He’s not even coming, Lila. Said it’s purely for them. Isn’t it wonderful?"

Winnie shook her head and said, "You've misunderstood me, Ms. Sutton. I know that you're with Tyrone now, so of course you don't want Craig anymore." Heather frowned. She had quite a sharp tongue. "Then why did you want to talk to me?" "You're a candid woman, so I won't beat around the bush." Winnie took out a check and showed it to her. It was worth 20 million dollars. Heather had a sense of déjà vu. She asked, "What do you want me to do to Tyrone?" "You're just as smart as I expected," Winnie said with a smile. "All I need you to do is to help me retrieve something from Tyrone, and this money will be a little gift for you. If you help me, I won't mistreat you in the future either."

If only I weren't so nervous. I suck in a deep breath to calm myself. It's cold inside the ice hockey arena, and the sounds of guys grunting and hitting the puck fill my ears. People sit on the bleachers, watching the practice as if put under a spell, and my eyes land on Winnie. A smile spread over my lips. Winnie is the girl whose number was left on the fliers. She is the chairman of the fan club and is supposedly friendly. We texted earlier, and she told me to come and meet her here.

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”

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.

“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.