Stan X Wendy Novels & Stories

She only felt that she was useless! After work, the people in the office left. Stella saw that Wendy was still working in front of the computer and asked, "Wendy, don't you go home yet?" Wendy didn't want the people in the company to pay too much attention to her and Rex, so she smiled and said, "I'll write a report and go home later." Stella suddenly looked outside the door, then looked at her and asked, "Is Mr. Gavyn giving you a ride?"

He didn't see anything, yet my heart thumps relentlessly in my chest. Adam's voice toys with me when he says, "Everything alright? I just came to tell you that I'll be out for a couple hours tonight. Alexander and I will be checking out a few things around the Waindale borders." "Really? Will you be out late?" "I'm not sure. I thought maybe Vivianne could come by and stay with you while I'm gone, just to be safe." "Um, okay, I guess I can see what she's up to."

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.”

He and another driver would spend the whole day shuttling two to five of us at a time to the airport. Wendy was on the 10:15 van that a guy named Stan from the nearby town was driving. I stood next to her, off to the side as he played Tetris with the luggage in back of the vehicle. On the third try, Stan got the doors to the back to close, to good-naturedly derisive applause from those waving to go. Wendy turned to me and gave me a quick but treasurable goodbye kiss, right on the lips. That was nice.

"There’s a guy behind you who keeps staring. I think he’s into you." Wendy turned and saw a white guy with deep brown curls chatting with someone while stealing glances at her, his gaze intense. She ignored him, but when she went to refill her Coke at the beverage station, the guy finally approached, blocking her path. "Hey, I’m Stern. And you?" Though put off by his forwardness, Wendy didn’t want to start a scene on her first day. She stepped back slightly. "Wendy. Wendy Wu." Her tone was cool.

"But I... I'm not sure how to respond." Stan's expression softened, his eyes searching mine for understanding. "I understand, Wendy, I admire you so much Wendy, you're smart, beautiful and warm. I know I should not say this but I love your kind of person and I was hoping if we could become more. " he said softly.

I can tell she's hesitant to give me any information. "Stacy." I give her my most reassuring smile. "Hi, Stacy, I'm Cassidy and this is,," I point to the obnoxious buffoon standing next to me, "Alex. We're having a little disagreement that needs to be settled. Would you mind weighing in on the matter?"

He recognised every feature of it, the smell, the signposts the few houses, and a long row of shops. He even saw Wendy Rivers the kind and extremely hot social worker whom he had previously had a run in with about a year ago. And he kept running into her from there on. An attraction had inevitably been building up between them; but neither was able to make the first move. Wendy was a mesmerizing brunette, she lived nearby; She was almost 6-foot-tall, she was about 5 foot 9 or 5’10 in height. Wendy was going towards the direction of the nearby bus stop to go to work, of course she couldn't see Willy standing there watching her with a half smile, because he was using the invisible mode on the

She glanced back to see Stanley standing in the hallway, his long legs stretching across the space as he watched her with an amused smirk, clearly enjoying her discomfort. Wendy bit her pink lower lip, trying to hold back her embarrassment, then reached for a box of condoms, holding it up to him. "Is this the right size?" Stanley took a closer look—size S. "Not it? What about this one?" Wendy swapped the box for another and, with playful, innocent eyes, looked up at him. The size S had turned into XS. The two couples now watched Stanley with sympathy. Stanley's face darkened to an unreadable black, his features stiffening. Without a word, he strode over and glared at her fiercely.