Novel & Cerita Twenty Wendy

"He is a way too young." "It's all about talent and looks, Mr. Merrick." She explained. "My sister is twenty-four, and she has this huge celebrity crush on a guy who is nineteen. Trust me, " She places her hand on her mouth as if she is telling a secret, "She will die for him. She is in a parasocial relationship with him."

It was so seductive and attractive. Even the cool Howard noticed Wendy at this moment. He was impressed. He came over, smiled, and said, “Oh, so it’s you, our goddess. I haven’t seen you for so long. Why didn’t you find me or contact me? So, where do you work now?” Wendy smiled shyly and said softly, “I’m not doing so well like you. You even drive an Audi.” Howard’s eyes lit up when he heard it. He seemed to have a chance. The goddess seemed to favor the Audi which he bought through installment loans.

Keira grinned. "Dang. Ian is not here to give me that," she grumbled as she took notes. Wendy's Room Wendy was humming a Christmas song; however, it sounded more like a horror theme. "All I want for Christmas is you," Wendy sang as she cut photos of Keira’s face out of an original photo of the couple. She burned Keira’s face as if chanting a spell and then pasted her own face over it. She continued until the door opened. She stopped and glanced toward it.

Xavia was surprised as she asked, “Wages? What wages?” Wendy hurriedly replied, “The wages for this etiquette event today… two hundred dollars…” Xavia looked at Wendy as she said contemptuously, “Wendy, are you dreaming? What kind of dreams are you having here?” Wendy felt a little nervous as she asked, “Miss Xavia, I… what did I do wrong?”

"David please believe me," she was almost begging, "they are rich, they have powerful friends and they are totally ruthless. The way I am taking is the only way and you cannot help." "But I..." "No. Say no more." Wendy was firm but I did not want to let it go. I was about to continue when she said, "I said two answers." "Yes." I was confused. "You are fifty six, I am fifty seven," Wendy stating the obvious, "and neither of us wants to wait another nineteen years."

“Please don’t tell me he’s a kid! Don’t say it, don’t say it~” Wendy looked at Gina, amused and exasperated. What was she thinking? “He’s two years older than me.” “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Is he hot?! Do you have a picture?” Wendy was a bit overwhelmed. “Gina, the game is about to start. Don’t you want to watch it?” “Well, but… okay, let’s watch the game.” Gina could tell Wendy was uncomfortable and reluctantly dropped the subject.

~Wendy~ Wendy Clayton stepped out of the Omega quarters. She was wearing a brown dress and black slippers. Her red hair shone and bounced as she rushed out to find her mate. She had just turned 18 years old the previous month, and now it was the night of the full moon. The full moon was out, and she scented that sweet coffee scent. Her tummy growled with excitement. Her heart thudded against her rib cage as she rushed out of the pack house, running in search of her mate. Several werewolves were outside, running to find their mates. The air was thick with excitement, and Wendy believed she would find her mate. She was mute; she couldn't communicate with anyone except by using hand sign or thr

"That’s not for certain. Your role was outstanding too." I watched as a newcomer actress from another popular show walked the red carpet, the host introducing her with enthusiasm. "Wendy’s performance in the TV series ‘Women’s World’ is remarkable. Her portrayal of the antagonist has been engraved deeply in people’s hearts. She is only 20 and is the youngest out of all the nominees." I couldn’t help but feel a pang of envy as everyone’s attention turned to Wendy. She was young, beautiful, and full of confidence, walking on the red carpet like she owned it.

Wasn't Twenty supposed to be a magical birthday and a milestone into adulthood, accompanied by great privileges and legal implications? Wasn't Twenty the age to vote, buy a house, wed your high school sweetheart, go to jail, get sued, and gamble away your tuition in Vegas? Well, mine wasn't.

Wendy, looking like she'd been gravely wronged, pouted and stormed off to her room. Moments later, she came back holding an envelope. "Here's 20 thousand dollars. It's everything I've got, and I'm giving it all to you. As for the 5 thousand dollars? You decide whether my life is worth that much or not." Jacob's expression softened the moment he saw her like that. "Wendy, come on… What are you doing? You don't need to rush to pay it back. Just take your time."