Twenty Wendy Novels & Stories

"Oh my god, Grayson loves Wendy so much!" "Right? He's like the ultimate romantic. Did you hear they're childhood sweethearts? When he was seventeen, he couldn't wait to confess to her. By twenty, he had the world's most expensive pink diamond crafted into a crown for her, saying she'd always be his princess. At twenty-three, when she was in a car accident and the blood bank ran out of her rare type, he gave his own blood, almost draining himself to save her. And at twenty-six, he proposed to her live for the entire world to see. How could anyone be more devoted than him?" The words blurred together, a clamor of admiration that Wendy didn't need to hear. She lowered her gaze, masking the fai

“Tell me, Wendy, what is it that you do? Damon tells me you live in New York too. That's good, so you can move in without much trouble once you and Damon are married?” Wendy turned to Martha in surprise. The questions were natural for a mother to ask, but Wendy hadn’t been prepared for them. Who was she kidding? She hadn’t been prepared for any of this. She could also see Debbie trying so hard not to laugh... And failing. “Wendy is a crack advertising executive,” Damon smoothly inserted. “Her career is very important to her. I’d never expect her to give it up. And we haven't discussed moving yet.” Oh, the man was good, Wendy thought. If she was getting married, she’d want the guy she was mar

“I’m drinking it anyway. What are you going to do about it?” Wendy huffed and didn’t actually try to grab it back. She clicked her tongue and looked Winter up and down. “Good thing you’ve got skin this thick. Otherwise, you really would’ve been beaten to a mess.” Instead of being annoyed, Winter found her oddly endearing. Just as Wendy twisted her hips and turned to leave, Winter called out, “Wendy, sweetie, do you happen to have a VIP card for the JX Club?” “Why?” Being called sweetie by someone as striking as Winter clearly put her in a good mood. “You want one?”

It was relaxing. ***** “The chief's daughter is called Wendy, she's 22 at the moment. She likes partying, she enjoys painting and she likes tango.” Ric read from his ipad. There's no information my men will ever miss. No matter how buried it is, we always find it. I nodded slightly. “Is that all?” “According to her posts on I*******m she just ended things with her boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. She's so childish. One thing you should never do, letting people know that you're vulnerable, it's a big mistake.

"Bad luck." The words sounded light, but her expression told another story. Dominic let out a quiet sigh. "Tell me." Wendy hesitated, then nodded. "My name is Wendy Newman. I was twenty-three. A week ago…" That day, she had gone to work as usual. A nursing position at AdventHealth of Grand Skyline counted as a good job. Wendy had graduated recently and had worked there for only six months, so the hospital had not yet formally confirmed her position.

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?”

“Thank you.” Wendy grunts, tearing off a bite of her crust. Her dark wavy hair hangs over her shoulders in two loose bunches, and her sketchpad rests on the counter by her hip. Wendy understands my obsession with ballet, because she’s the same way with drawing—she needs it like she needs air to breathe. “He’s in his late thirties,” I tell her, answering her question from earlier. “So, older than us. But not old old.” “Old enough to be sexy.” Wendy waggles her eyebrows. “Old enough to know what he’s doing.”

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.

Crazy Wendy Wendy looked stunning and hot, she wore a red short gown that a bit above her, knees revealing her long beautiful legs,with red lipstick to match her dress,She looked like a princess waiting for her Prince charming to come sweep her off her feet. yes she was waiting for her date to come sweep off her feet,but where the Heck is her date? Does he not know it's wrong to keep a lady waiting for long? So many questions ran through her mind as she waited, "did he suddenly developed cold feet and decided not to come?Or is he stuck in traffic?

Wendy set the cotton swab down and replied calmly, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” “I know.” Austin smiled. “I just wanted you to know that I can wait.” She closed the first-aid kit. “Austin, I just ended a seven-year relationship. I only wanted to focus on the competition, win an award, and restart my career at the moment.” “I understand.” Austin nodded. Wendy said nothing more and went to the kitchen to pour some water. Her phone lit up on the coffee table. Austin glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number that had sent a video.