Wendy Corduroy Novels & Stories

I was about entering the second solo when Wendy barged into my room, making me sit up. Wendy Cross was my age mate, but ahead of me by nine months. She was a bit plump, and about 4foot8, that is, shorter than my five foot three. She had a black hair, which she always cut short. And she was so girlish. Still, she's my friend. She's an orphan, unlike me.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly went after the car. Soon, Wendy got out of the rear seat while Freya got out from the other side with her long and sexy legs wrapped in a pair of blue jeans. She was wearing an ink art shirt, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. At first glance, she looked like a stylish, pretty lady with graceful movements. It was hard to tell that she was nearly two months pregnant. Rodney zoned out for two seconds before he went after them. “Mom…” It had been a long while since he last met Wendy, who had not been answering his calls.

" Wendy yelled, causing a scene. "Sorry, was only trying to help because of what happened to a friend of mine." "Thanks, but no thanks. Now I'm going home to get ready for my date." She said, then walked off. I watched as Wendy crossed the road before slipping into a store and hurried to change into the clothing I had bought while she wasn't looking. 'Thank you, long coats. You can hide an entire human under these things. I just hope that I don't get a rash.'

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

The crowd responds with the same saying only with more enthusiasm and excitement in their tones. Great. Wendy Williams is on, thanks to Pedro and his adrenaline. The loud, expressive and opinionated New Jerseyite accent is impossible to miss from a mile away. Wendy sports a modest outfit of a white button up blouse and black pencil skirt. Similar to the outfit I am wearing, except hers actually conforms to the curves of her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

"Wendy says I can have a dress. A real one. Not a shift." ​"I see," I said, smoothing her hair. "Blue suits you." ​"To match my eye," she said matter-of-factly. She touched the bandage on her left side. "Since I only have one now." ​My heart gave a painful squeeze. She was so resilient. So horribly used to the horror that had been inflicted on her. ​"It will be beautiful," Wendy chimed in, standing up and brushing thread from her apron. "We’re going to make a high collar, with lace. And long sleeves. Like a princess."

The Red Moon Elder. Behind her came Wendy, flanked by two of her handmaids. Wendy wore a soft pink dress today, her hair woven into a loose fishtail braid, her face glowing with that bridal radiance. She carried a small vine-woven basket filled with sage and a handful of dark purple berries.

Snow jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Wendy was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey Hun," Wendy said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty. Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Wendy in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?"

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.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.