Soa Wendy Novels & Stories

Wendy’s mom stared at me like I’d grown a second head. Then she looked at Daniel. “What’s wrong with her eyes? Why is she crying?” Daniel’s tone toward her was surprisingly gentle. “She’s acting out a tragic drama. Says she’s our housekeeper, Wendi Silver. She cried for a while.” Wendy’s mom gave me a full ‘are-you-stupid’ stare. Her voice went cold. “Wendi Silver, since you’re sitting in my daughter’s place, drink this soup and get better. Then leave. We don’t house weak little maids in my son-in-law’s home.”

Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse. “That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!” The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement. Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her cheeks. She was beautiful in a bold, fearless way. She clutched her pom-poms to her chest, eyes shining.

Nodding in response, Wendy replied, “I’m glad you think so… Honestly, I think Miss Harrison is a really nice woman… Not only does she care a lot about Zivon, but she also has a good background, and she possesses great business skills… In other words, a perfect match for my boy… I truly believe that the two will eventually get their happy ending…” This left Xavia speechless once more. Did Wendy really like Sophia that much…? To the point where she already saw her as her daughter-in-law…? Her train of thought was cut short when Wendy added, “Speaking of which, how is your sister doing? I heard from Miss Harrison that she’s a malicious woman who uses her looks to constantly confuse Maison and Z

The door swung open, and someone tumbled out, looking disheveled and reeking of alcohol. It was none other than Wendy. Wendy looked up, and her eyes flashed with hatred when she saw Renee. She raised her voice deliberately towards the car, “Renee! There you are! They’re looking for someone to go for another round, and I’m too drunk. Why don’t you join them? After all, we’re all colleagues; you wouldn’t want to spoil the fun, would you?”

Samantha trailed two steps behind her the entire time, holding up the heavy train of Wendy's dress, a wide smile fixed on her face. "Wendy, you look incredible today. The second the Jones Group rep sees you, they're going to hand you that exclusive offer on the spot." "Obviously." Wendy tilted her chin up. "My father's had dinner with their executives. This was settled a long time ago. And once I'm in, I might let you shadow me for a day or something." Samantha bowed like she'd just been handed the world. "Thank you, Wendy! You're everything to me!"

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.

Bridgette only nodded and walked out, Wendy's face turned red in embarrassment as she looked from J to Lance and back to Lance. “I… I'll just see you… some other time, Lance… I… I'll see you soon,” Lance nodded while J waved at Wendy who had turned around to walk out. Her face immediately turned into a deep frown. As she walked out of the office, she pulled out her phone from her handbag to make a call, “Wendy?!” “Hey Alora…” Wendy smirked and Alora screamed, hearing Wendy's voice. “It's really you! Tell me you're in New Jersey,”

“Mm.” Wendy leaned forward and smiled at the girls. “Oh, look at them,” she said softly. “They look so cute together. They’re like besties already.” I chuckled, warmth spreading through my chest as I watched Aurora and Isla chase each other near the sand. “Yeah… like us.” “I know,” Wendy replied with a grin. Then she tilted her head playfully. “Who knows? You're probably pregnant with a boy,” she teased, “and I’ll probably get pregnant again with a girl… and then they’ll end up getting married.”

WENDY: Wendy Clayton stepped out of the Omega quarters wearing a brown dress and black slippers. Her long red hair shone and bounced as she rushed out to find her mate. She had turned 18 the previous month, and now it was the night of the full moon. The full moon hung overhead as 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.