Wendy Psycho Novels & Stories

Leopold furrows his brow for a moment and then, little by little, his expression starts to change as my words begin to make sense in his head. “That was Wendy?” He asks me in a raucous voice. “Yes,” I reply curtly. “The Wendy that accused of conspiring with another Bearer?” Leopold asks, baffled by the revelation. “She is the only Wendy in my group,” I reply staring at the empty stage. “But that girl was clearly disturbed… undoubtedly she suffers from a psychiatric disorder.” “That was what I was trying to explain to you,” I state shrugging, the acid in my voice surprises me but I can’t help it.

Just as Karina turned to head back inside, the car door suddenly swung open. Wendy bolted out, ran straight to Karina, and wrapped her arms tightly around her. Caught off guard, Karina froze. Nestled in her embrace, Wendy’s voice was barely audible. “Dr. Karina, I’ll never forget you.” Karina’s heart melted. She gently stroked Wendy’s hair and sighed softly. Wendy’s struggles ultimately stemmed from a deep lack of love. Her fixation on Wilfred was a reflection of the cracks in her broken family life.

I see her start to freeze, then she pushes through it, leaping at her father who is shocked and unready for her attack. “Yes, Wendy!” Warren shouts happily when she sweeps her legs behind his and takes him down. She stares at him a moment then runs and leaps into my arms. “I did it!” “Of course you did!” I say hugging her tightly. “Is this what you two were doing out here yesterday?” Yorick says from beside us. Wendy immediately pulls away from me as I turn to face her brother. “Your family wasn’t pushing her. I did. We needed her to work through her mental block before she came to the Academy. Her weakness becomes our weakness,” I tell him honestly.

They’ve talked before about having her move in officially and then renting out her house for extra income, enabling them both to retire earlier than they planned. I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone you love more than anything, who loves you right back. And I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have that person taken away from you. I really like Wendy, and Mom totally approves of her, as she told me in another dream. She’s the opposite of my mother, who was creative and free-spirited. Wendy’s a paralegal at Silver Ridge’s only law office. She’s worked the same job her whole adult life, has short, blonde hair, loves routines, and owns more cleaning products than the cleaning com

'This woman is completely lost in her fantasy,' they thought. Wendy was the one jealous of Melody and the one who plotted to kidnap her, yet she was confidently expressing her delusions. "Miss Wendy, please refrain from talking about your imaginary scenarios. We're all adults with sound judgment here. Not to mention, I'm pretty sure Mister Lucas knows Miss Melody much better than you do." The police officers not only disbelieved Wendy but also regarded her as if she were a lunatic. Wendy suddenly became furious, slamming the table and attempting to stand up. However, she forgot that her hands were cuffed, rendering her completely immobile.

"The people I get to meet, obviously. Yesterday, I met Wendy. She's here because she thought she was losing her mind. It turns out, she only needed a change of environment. Now she's all better" (Wendy Tram. 26yrs old. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She set her boyfriend's car on fire because she thought he was cheating on her. The said boyfriend was still in the car when Wendy lit it up. It was a miracle he survived. Yesterday was one of her good days. But today she'd thrown a tantrum and forced them to give her mood stabilizers) "Is that what she told you?" "She looked so serene. It was a no-brainer doc"

Fluttering her lashes, Wendy presented them with saccharine sweetness. “I’m sorry for missing your game, Asher. I wanted to come, but David had BPPV—that’s a vertigo condition. I know dizziness seems minor to you athletes, but he’s fragile compared to—” No explanations needed. Asher brushed aside the damp hair clinging to her cheek, fully revealing her delicate features. Wendy. Wendy Wu. The one who wounded him. The one who healed him. Drawing a steadying breath, Asher met her eyes. “Listen. I’m not angry. I could never stay angry with you.”

, Karan's words made Wendy stop her footing. "huh?", She asked. "You not wanting to work for us, Is it because of a man?", He asked the question again. Wendy couldn't speak for a minute... "Yes, It because I don't wanna become busy with my work. I only have him in my life, I wanna be there for him whenever he wants me...so, I would be happy if The CEO of FOR YOU will leave me alone.", She smiled and left the room. She only has Sunny in her mind. She wanted to be there for him, She will be the first person to reach him if he ever needs her. To her, the first priority has always been her son.

Patrick sat frozen, phone pressed to his ear. If Wendy feared anyone in the world, it was Wayne. The prodigy, the researcher, the boy who’d grown into something unnervingly cold. Years ago, Wendy had ruined one of his projects—broadcasting sensitive notes in a livestream like it was a game. Wayne hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t begged. He’d simply taken her. Locked her in his lab. Three days of injections with his experimental formula—non-lethal, but cruel. Her body seized and shook, her stomach wrenched until she vomited bile and acid, until even water burned coming back up. She screamed, begged, choked on her own sobs while Wayne calmly recorded data.

Not only did she refuse to help, but she also used all her power to expose his unspeakable past to the public, ensuring his disgrace. Her top-tier lawyer was determined to get Hudson sentenced to death. Knowing Wendy would never help him, Hudson gave up and decided to drag her down with him. He told the police that Wendy killed Terry. Wendy was arrested, and Lloyd Corp's scandal became the top headline on every news outlet. Six months later, the Lloyd family secured Wendy's release on medical parole, citing mental illness as the grounds for her permanent transfer to a sanitarium. Perhaps it wasn't an excuse. During those six months behind bars, Wendy had truly lost her mind.