Squints And Wendy Peffercorn Novels & Stories

Behind the screen, anonymity led to unfiltered words. Some folks with good tempers would just shake their heads, saying how messed up the Quirks were, and then moving on with their lives. Then, there were the hot-tempered bunch with no filters whatsoever. Some, with zero manners, went all out, calling Wendy every name in the book. They were throwing shade, saying Wendy was an old floozy, unable to live without a man. They even speculated that the coach had likely conned the older woman for her cash with his bedroom skills. Easy pickings, right?

" Pulling away from him, I turned and walked over to Wendy. She had her hands planted firmly on her hips, and her head was cocked to the side. "I'm so sorry, Wendy. I..." I started to say, She raised her hand and silenced my rambles. "You don’t need to apologize.” “What?” “Yes. I just need you to tell me something.” She looked behind me and at the twins who were leaving. She turned back at me, and her eyes moved to my neck. When her eyes widened, I knew she saw them. The numerous hickeys the twins left on my skin. Her eyes suddenly lit up in a mischievous light. She grinned, wiggling her brows suggestively.

Wendy usually steers clear of her exes' workplaces after a breakup. Her bringing me here voluntarily set off alarm bells in my head. "Sweetie, you've got it wrong. It's my ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend from ages ago!" Wendy snatched her gym bag from the backseat and slung it over her shoulder. Glancing up at the "Cornell Fitness" sign, she smirked, "When the cat's away, the mice will play! Let's see how Mr. 'I Dumped Wendy Smith' is doing these days."

Denver neither confirmed nor denied it, merely smiling faintly. Wendy turned her head, glancing coldly at the bright and pure woman who was still sitting on the sofa and reading indifferently. She sneered, “Is this the person you’re going to groom right now? Fine. Today, I’ll make it so that she can never take another step in show business!” Denver frowned when he heard the words and asked, “Master Jones, what are you going to do?” “What am I going to do?” Wendy’s menacing smile at the corners of her mouth revealed her vicious nature as she said, “Don’t you know my methods?”

Greg shifted near the window but did not turn around. “Yeah,” Xander admitted. “Standard procedure.” Wendy looked down at her hands. They were wrapped in hospital bracelets that carried her name in bold black letters. It felt strange seeing it there. Like she had become a case study. “You didn’t have to jump in,” she said. He looked at her sharply. “You’re an idiot for saying that.” “You could have…” She stopped. “It was stupid.” “Don’t call it that.” “What else was it?”

' kind of expression. She was about to write another sentence but I snatched away my pen from her, "You little dick Zander Brown!" Wendy spoke aloud in frustration after I pushed her and she fell down. Unfortunately, the professor and the other students stared at us with their mouths hanging wide as my friend stood up caressing her butt, "Oh yeah? You're saying as if you saw my dick huh." I remarked back at her with my tongue stuck out. I loved irritating her. Wendy had a crush on me that eventually vanished with passing time. She always wanted to sneak in my bed and I never let her in. And because of that, she calls me a 'little dick' whenever we quarrel.

But undoubtedly, the person being criticized was Wendy herself. People were naturally curious about comments concerning themselves, and Wendy was no exception. So, instead of directly closing the chat box, she quietly observed what they would say next. "Calm down. It's just that Quincy is so arrogant. She directly showed Ms. Sherman the photos of Mr. Johnson with another beautiful lady. You see, she has been infatuated with Mr. Johnson for so many years. How could she bear to see this? If it were me, I wouldn't be able to handle it either, hahaha!"

He turned around and held her shoulders, "Wendy Walters, look at me, look up at me." Wendy Walters looked down at her shoes, holes had been worn out, and her fingers were slightly exposed. Suddenly, her nose was sore, and tears began to swirl in her eyes. Rex Gavyn felt distressed when he looked at her situation. He said softly again, "Wendy Walters, don't you remember what I said? Look up and look at me, okay?" Wendy Walters slowly raised her head, and her tearful eyes were meeting Kean Flair's pained eyes. Tears slowly fell, and her eyes became blurred.