Soa Wendy Novels & Stories

someone interrupts "Sorry to interrupt but I'll answer that" wendy is her name, she's the president of almost all the clubs in school, and also one of the smartness person the whole school she's a total nerd and she's definitely not friendly "Vending machines? What are you trying to imply Frankie that everyone has money to buy over priced snacks that aren't even healthy?, let me tell you all this, vote for me and I will make sure to go directly to the principal and I'll help him select a better cook, and help with our school feeding budget and its a win win for everyone" soon everyone begins to clap and chorus for Wendy, and Frankie definitely wasn't happy

She introduced. “Nice to meet you,” She said as she finished off standing and Hayley smiled doing the same still wondering why everything seemed creepy today. Wendy was a bit tall, she was caramel-skinned, with black straight hair and a tattoo on her neck, brown eyes, and brown upper lip with a pink lower lip which was typical to most of African descent. They walked over to the counter dropped the tray and headed into the hallway. Wendy was adamant about keeping her company. Hayley disliked this at first but Wendy seemed cool and slowly appealed to her. “You were pretty active in Chemistry class.” Wendy complimented.

“Thanks, Wendy. Seriously. What would I do without you? They’re all tearing me apart online.” Wendy’s lips curved. “Obviously. You have no idea how good I am at fighting with people online. Just wait. If they want to come after you, I’ll go after them so hard they won’t know what hit them.” With that, she pulled free from Winter’s arms, turned, and strode into the elevator looking ready for war. Watching her go, Winter let out a helpless laugh. A message popped up on her phone. It was from Roy. “I’m at the bus stop outside the station.”

A little while later, Wendy reappeared wearing a pristine white princess dress, freshly changed and freshly scolded. — She scanned the room, saw her brother chatting with guests, and then spotted Daniel. Her eyes lit up like she had just seen the male lead of her favorite drama. Without hesitation, she grabbed a glass of red wine from a passing waiter and downed it in one breath. She had clearly forgotten her mother’s warning. Then she walked toward Daniel with what she thought was elegance. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile bright. “Hi,” she said sweetly. “I’m Wendy Gold. You can call me Wendy or Wennie, but I suggest you call me baby. That’s what my mom calls me.”

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?”

She explained in simpler terms for Noah to understand, saying, "I don't even have his number." "Oh!" Noah pretended as though he had just understood what she meant. "I'll ask for Mr. Xavier's number next time, and you can save it, Ms. Wendy. How does that sound?" Save Xavier's number? At the thought of Xavier's handsome face and immense wealth, Wendy felt like she had found the key to happiness. "Can you do that?" Wendy asked, elated. If she could use Noah to get close to Xavier and become a rich wife, she would never have to worry about anything again.