Novel & Cerita Twenty Wendy

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.

At that time, Annie was a renowned jewelry designer with her own studio and brand. She had given birth to Carl's first son, and it seemed like even the air around her shimmered with confidence and success. Wendy, always by her side, had also risen to luxury, dressed in designer clothes and casually carrying a small Chanel bag worth over twenty thousand dollars. Wendy, once a college student who worked part-time alongside Renee and dreamed of a brighter future, had become a far cry from that person; her aura had darkened.

Wendy: I'm showing this to Luke. Me: ... Wendy: New assistant's gorgeous - bright eyes, fair skin, fresh graduate, totally innocent. Me: Mr. Smith knows your type. When Wendy didn't reply for a while, I assumed she was busy. After work, she sent me an eye-rolling emoji. Me: ??? Wendy: The innocent boy's heir to a major retail chain. Me: The Reynolds family? Besides supermarkets, they owned hotels nationwide - a huge empire. Why would their youngest son intern here as Wendy's assistant?

I want that man, the man that very few, if any, ever get to experience. ‘Kennedy, are you coming? You still have to get ready, and Dad says we can’t start the party until the birthday twins arrive. Connor won’t join the party until you do, so hurry up!’ my sister Wendy says. She’s fifteen and thrilled at the idea of seeing all of the Alphas that will be here tonight.

I hang up and stand, grabbing my phone. “Who are you calling?” Wendy asks. “The only person I know who has twenty million dollars. Quirin.”

I sighed deeply, rolling my eyes as my lips finally moved. “What… did you do to your hair?” I asked slowly, eyeing her like a problem I wasn’t ready to solve. For a moment, I thought Vanessa was the one who walked in. But it’s all Wendy. Wendy twirled a glossy lock of hair between her fingers. “It’s for a role, baby. You know that producer I told you about? He says red is hot this season.” She winked, stepping into my space, hips swaying like she owned the air between us.

I chuckled. Rhea asks him, "What is your name?" "Keven, please." A courteous response. Wendy giggled at Rhea's vow, "I can really help you oh, it appears like you're already a sign." "How old are you, Keven?" They're like that, it's like being questioned when I get a new bodyguard. "I'm twenty years old." "Pfft, Rhea, your age gap is six years!" Wendy exclaimed. "You two have finally quit babbling!"

Her voice was soft, and it seemed to be Wendy… so they were still around? Although Cordy did not have the habit of eavesdropping, she suddenly heard Wendy exclaim excitedly, "A six-foot tall slab of muscles?!" Cordy pursed her lips but stopped in her tracks. "Well, I can't make it. I'm not done over here," Wendy whispered. "I mean, you girls could send me more photos… Yeah, I'd really like to be there!"

Right now, the mission is to look for the remote. “Found it!” Wendy screams with excitement in her voice. “It was between the couch cushions. I think I forgot to put it back on the table last time. My bad.” Wendy setters on the couch as I walk out of the room. “Wait!” She yells out once again. I peek my head back into the room. “You don’t want to watch?” “I don’t have much intention to. There’s probably nothing on.” “That’s why I have other ways, duh. I’ve been living on Earth for almost 20 years. You learn a few things,” She scoots over and pats where she last sat. “Sit, sit. You have nothing else to do.”

"Yeah. I used to think that giving everything to Theo made me some kind of a great mother. But in the end, the only one who was moved by all that… was me." "Well then…" Wendy grinned, mischief lighting up her eyes. "Tonight, I'm treating. We're going out—and I'm gonna take care of you properly." Wendy was single and proud of it. She loved bars, clubs, and everything that came with them. Sharon waved it off quickly. "No, no… I'm good." "Good? What do you mean good?" Wendy cut her off. "Back at Bell University, you were the campus queen, remember? Do you know how many guys fell for you during prom night, after that dance performance of yours?"