Hook Wendy Novels & Stories

The waiter gave a faint smile before subtly making a gesture, and the women quietly filed out. Soon, another batch arrived. Their looks and figures were top-tier. All of them were dressed charmingly, their perfume thick in the air. With narrowed eyes, I scanned the group before spotting a familiar figure. Wendy was standing at the very end of the line in a short red dress and had a full face of makeup. She had her head down with a forced smile. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding my gaze, as if hoping I wouldn't notice her.

He had a look of serious annoyance on his face. "Wendy said she's sick, so she can't do whatever it is she was supposed to do." Cassie grinned perversely. Randy flipped her the bird and grumbled. Wendy was the prostitute that Randy used, from time to time, as the honeypot to bait a philandering husband. Normally, Wendy was a dynamite act that only the most devoted men could resist, but today she looked like death. Cassie was pretty sure she had the plague.

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.

Wendy looked at me hesitantly, then walked over to the watch. She lowered her gaze. The worn back revealed the deep engraving: "WLFK." Her expression faltered, but Hayden noticed it and pulled her into his arms. "Wendy, my hand hurts. Look." Sure enough, Wendy's attention shifted to him. She took out some antiseptic and carefully dabbed it on his hand. "You're so careless. What if you get a scar on your pretty hands?" she scolded.

In response, she untied her robe and tugged it away until she sat naked on the bed. Damon grinned at her. ---------------------- Wendy pulled into one of the reserved parking spaces at the stadium and cut the engine. She and her brother Victor had come here many times to watch his friend, James Parker. She glanced over at Damon. “Ready?” she asked. He looked out the windshield at the proximity of their space and the stadium entrance and whistled in appreciation. “These must be some tickets you have.” he said. She smiled. “I told you they’re good.”

I said with an eye roll. She jumped down and hopped in front of me. She pulled me into a tight hug. "This marriage is Carter approved." She whispered in my ear. I hugged her back, my heart warm. "Thank you, Wendy. I appreciate it." "Have you had any cake, dear?" Luna Hannah asked. Wendy pushed me away and turned to her. "Not at all! I'm so hungry!" "Come along then," Luna Hannah said. Wendy skipped off with her.

Wendy said to her friend, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Justine shot her a playful glare. "I’m not groveling. I’m expressing interest." "Same thing," Wendy muttered, shooting me an unimpressed look. The sound of a door clicking made all three of us turn. Justin—the star of the show—stepped out, phone pressed to his ear. I watched as Wendy launched herself toward him, wrapping her arms around him in a way that was more possessive than affectionate. Her lips grazed the side of his jaw.

"Wait here, my love. I'll get the necklace for you." Wendy watched his retreating figure, her eyes tracing every step until he disappeared from view. Rita rose as well, casting Wendy a glance that lingered—a mix of satisfaction and something suggestive. When everyone had left, Wendy finally loosened the grip of her clenched hand. Her nails had dug deep into her flesh, drawing tiny beads of blood. But it was as though she didn't feel the pain. Without a hint of hesitation, she stood up and walked out. Her phone screen glowed faintly, the notification still visible: [Underground parking lot.]

Wendy's visits to the mansion had become too frequent, but I didn't stop her from coming today. "Sure, I'll be home," I replied, and she promptly responded with heart and kiss emojis. I paid little attention to it and set my phone aside, waiting for her arrival. After about thirty minutes of lying still, I heard a car pull up in the driveway, and I went downstairs to greet Wendy. She looked stunning in a red trouser suit, but suddenly, her beauty didn't appeal to me. She hugged me, and after exchanging the usual pleasantries, we settled in the living room.

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