Wendy Psycho Novelas e Histórias

Wendy began to panic. Saraid hugged Wendy closer to her side, “If I can get you back home today I will. I’m afraid that I won’t be strong enough.” Wendy fell the floor, hysterically crying and trembling with fear. Saraid felt a pain deep within her chest at the sight of her once cheerful, brave, and outspoken friend now reduced to a fear-stricken bag of tears. She knew that even if she rescued Wendy today, it would take years to heal the emotional scars this experience has left behind. If I get my hands on you, I will kill you James.

Wendy shrugged like she was telling a story about fiction. Sherry narrowed her eyes, "So you were the one behind it? Wow you are powerful indeed!" Sherry said with a voice full of admiration. Wendy felt happier and smug when she heard her praises, "Of course I just helped her to do what she can't do. My aim was to frame your sister and make you die, I…" Wendy immediately stopped talking when she realized that she had confessed and gave more information than she wanted to. She stood in horror, "Are you recording this? Bring it out now!" She said and walked towards Sherry in an attempt to snatch her phone.

The caretaker said I did, but I visited her once, cried, and went to take care of Summer. Wendy said nothing for a long, long time after that. She stared at the ceiling for a long time. She went overseas for treatment and stayed in Soland for eight months. She spent every single day in rehabilitation. The pain would drench her in sweat every time, but she never winced or whined about it. The therapist said she had an iron will. She couldn't find any words to explain. All she knew was that she had to get better and come back to me.

Lucas, however, seemed relieved. "Oh, you're just worried about money." His usual affectionate smile returned. "It's only fair that I spend it on you. After all, you used all your savings on me, didn't you?" Wendy curled her lips into a faint smile but said nothing. She was exhausted from the day's events. After washing up, she went straight to bed. The next morning, she was still half-asleep when her phone rang. She answered it. "Wendy, your thesis has been reported for falsifying data," Professor Wayson said, his anxious voice coming through the phone.

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

Wendy had an incoming text. Stanley glanced at her phone, and in the next moment, his dark, intense gaze narrowed suddenly. He saw her profile picture glowing on the screen. It looked eerily identical to the profile picture of the genius freshman, W. Stanley quickly walked over to the bed, reaching for her phone. Just then, Wendy shifted in her sleep, and her delicate face pressed against his hand. Stanley froze, unsure of what he was doing. He must have been seeing things—was it possible that Wendy was the same genius freshman W?

Sienna was dead. Ever since I left the psychiatric hospital that day, she had tried every means to harm herself while muttering about being reborn. I had no idea whether she was reborn the moment she jumped out of the window, but I did know that she was indeed dead. Only after looking through Wendy's notebook did I learn Adrian was a true monster. Wendy was like me, or perhaps I was like her. She had been deceived by Adrian's gentlemanly appearance and willingly became his ghost designer. Alas, she also suffered domestic violence. I was both luckier and more unfortunate than she was.

There is a knock on the door. Who might that be? Maybe Troy. "Give me a minute," I say heading to the door. It's Brad's girlfriend. The girlfriend is in a wheelchair. What's her name? "Wendy?" She's in a nightdress. She must have been asleep. She sneers at me. "Is Brad here?" "Yes." "Brad!" She screams. This girl is bipolar. Plus, she has an ugly personality. "Wendy?" Brad rushes to the door like some kind of pet.

Wendy said. These words pricked Daisy so badly but she just kept her calm. Wendy started chanting some spells inaudibly while she was still holding Jordan. She did it for a while. Then, she heaved a deep sigh of relief and opened her eyes. Everyone just watched her, waiting for her to say something before she finally broke the silence. “He’s not after my kind. I don’t know why he’s after wolf blood witches but he is. I also can’t gain access into his head. As little as he is, he has a lot of memories locked up in his head. I can’t access it.” Wendy said.

Wendy replied, "I just got dumped, so I ordered a few male models to comfort myself. There are plenty of handsome men in this world. Why should I hang myself from just one tree? Sharon, don't you think so?" Wendy was a complete beauty enthusiast. She even insisted on choosing handsome men as her bodyguards, so wanting a few male models after a breakup was not exactly surprising. Sharon knew Wendy only wanted some eye candy. She would not actually do anything reckless. So Sharon said nothing more. She actually wanted to know how exactly Wendy had ended up heartbroken. Wendy directed the male models to sing and dance, then had a few of them serve drinks for the two of them. Sharon's alcohol to