Soa Wendy Novels & Stories

"Oh, it's nothing. I think I just recognize somebody." "Oh? A friend? Where? Those two?" Wendy was already grabbing her mother's arm, leading her to Diana's table. "Wendy, wait.. I'm not really sure if I got the right person." Wanda tried to stop her daughter, but they were already by the table. "Hey there.. I'm Wendy. This is my mom, Mrs. Wanda Reeves." Wendy introduced. Diana got up and shook their hands. "Mrs. Reeves. Ms. Reeves, how do you do?"

Sophia was rather straightforward as she gave Wendy a job straight away and told her to never appear in Perth again. Wendy went through all that humiliation in the past just for some benefits in return. After bottling up all her anger in the past, she was glad that she could leave Serena’s side and finally hold her head high. With that in mind, she agreed to Sophia’s proposal without giving it a second thought. Wendy thought that she would lead a comfortable life after that, but that was not the case. Life after prison was completely different than her imagination.

On the other end, Wendy was driving, with the GPS giving directions towards the outskirts of the city. Wendy's workplace was in the city center. Remembering her conversation with Mrs. Marshall yesterday, my heart skipped a beat, and I asked nervously, "Did Mrs. Marshall contact you?" "Sweetie, don't be like a startled bird, afraid of every little movement," Wendy said, turning off the GPS. "I'm heading to a resort in the suburbs for work." "Are you meeting a client?"

Anthony, who was standing by the entrance, followed after her. Once they departed, Wendy's tearful expression swiftly shifted to a cold demeanor. Her gaze brimmed with resentment. Now that everything had been revealed, she felt compelled to seize this opportunity for a miscarriage. Otherwise, it would be too late. Wendy remembered that she was allergic to peanuts. She quickly took out the peanuts she had prepared and started stuffing herself with them.

He was not about to make any promises—not until the very end. Tisha had gotten the gist of the situation on her way there. It still seemed unbelievable. "So, Wendy really messed with the data? What's in it for her?" She racked her brain but came up empty. She had even checked Wendy's bank records and recent activities—no big deposits, no meetings with strangers. What was Wendy's angle?

She meant Wendy. I sighed softly. "She's fine. These days, she spends much of her time with Dr. Carter and Dr. Celia via video call." Wendy had been stressing out about graduation and stuff, and lately was very scarce to see. I still made to stop by her house every now and then though. "She'll be fine." Sara chuckled. "We will be fine. The werewolf society will hear of us." "Of course they will." I chuckled. For a moment, silence reigned. I watched Sara closely, and I realized how beautiful she was. And smart. And a freaking Alpha.

~Wendy~ Wendy Clayton stepped out of the Omega quarters. She was wearing a brown dress and black slippers. Her red hair shone and bounced as she rushed out to find her mate. She had just turned 18 years old the previous month, and now it was the night of the full moon. The full moon was out, and she scented that sweet coffee scent. Her tummy growled with excitement. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as she rushed out of the pack house, running in search of her mate. Several werewolves were outside, running to find their mates. The air was thick with excitement, and Wendy believed she would find her mate. She was mute; she couldn't communicate with anyone except by using hand sign or thr

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

Tonya instructed as she walked off. Once the drinks were ready, Wendy brought the tray over to their table. Tonya turned on the fake concern. “Wendy, why are you working in a place like this? Does Dad even know? He’d be so embarrassed. Want me to find you a more... respectable job?” “No thanks. I earn my living with my own hands, and there’s nothing embarrassing about that.” Wendy shut her down without hesitation. Sydney, clearly offended by her tone, chimed in. “Wendy! Who do you think you are? Tonya was being nice, and that’s how you respond?”

"Wendy Sanders, I've already canceled our wedding! How could you seize resources from a cooperating company? Do you have no shame?" Wendy was not wearing her usual professional suit and was instead in a red dress. She remarked casually, "In the business world, everyone relies on their own ability. I beat you fair and square. Don’t blame me for your incompetence! Instead of yelling at me, shouldn't you spend time with that old man? Without the immunity injection, he might not make it to next week…"