Wendy Corduroy Novels & Stories

“I’m bored too. We can keep each other company.” Wendy shared her location and they hung up. Arabella went back to her room to change into her clothes and grabbed her bag to leave. “Young Madam, let Lenny drive you there,” said Mrs. Winstead. She didn’t refuse and Lenny drove her to the agreed location. From afar, she saw Wendy Garcia waiting outside the mall. She got out of the car and walked quickly towards her. “Mrs. Hoffman, sorry to keep you waiting.” Wendy was wearing a dark green coat over a knitted sweater and a skirt that reached her ankles. She smiled gracefully. “I’ve just arrived as well. Let’s go in.”

It was exhausting. I unpacked one of the dresses I’d brought, a simple navy-blue sweater dress with long sleeves. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was the nicest thing I had that felt appropriate for a dinner with werewolf elders, and it was warm enough for this climate. I paired it with some tights and pulled out a pair of boots. As I slipped the dress on, there was a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” I called out. The door creaked open, and Wendy stepped inside, her silver hair catching the firelight. She carried a small wooden box in her hands, and her warm smile made me feel a little less on edge.

Neither have I. We don’t need to. I kneel beside Wendy and help tie her shoes. She fidgets as I double-knot them and tuck the laces in neatly. “There,” I say, straightening her collar. “Battle armor is complete. No dragons can get you now.” “Do you think the teacher will like me?” she asks. “She’ll love you,” I say without hesitation. “Just don’t tell her about the time we caught frogs in the sink.” Wendy giggles, and I let it sink in—that sound. That laugh. It’s a miracle in itself.

Chapter 20 Wendy's POV I stopped to take a breather when I turned around the corner and waited another twenty minutes before getting out of my wet clothes and walking to City Hall. It was time to teach once more that Wendy Whitney Decodes was here. I stopped at the door of the Hall and looked down at my own shadow. In a dark posture, I stood up straight, wearing tight jeans and a crop top, and I damn near glowed. The room quieted, turning their gaze toward the door. I took a single step, then a double, and finally, a third step, finding myself inside. The sound of my heels echoed.

It was too late to go back to my room now that they had seen me. Not knowing where else to go, I headed for the table with the ice sculpture and admired it. It wasn't as if anyone was trying to chat me up. As I stood there, Wendy came over to me. Her long black hair was styled in an elegant updo that complimented her face. She even had her lips in this bright red color that I could never pull off. Her dress was a bright red cocktail dress which she paired with six-inch heels. I could barely walk in two-inch heels. She had some courage for wearing those.

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!"

There was a burst of laughter. Wendy looked at Philip. This ordinary young man was very audacious. “You want me to apologize to a piece of trash at the bottom of the society? Who do you think I am? Let me tell you, I, Wendy Jones, am the leading best actress in the industry and also the madam of the Wes family. Who are you to make me apologize to you?” Wherever Wendy went, she would announce herself as the best actress and the madam of the Wes family.

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

Damon's Point of View "—and then I told her that the dress was completely wrong for the event, I mean, who wears beige to a spring gala? It's like she wasn't even trying—" I took a sip of coffee, trying to hide my grimace. Not at the coffee—Leo made decent coffee. At the voice across from me that hadn't stopped talking since we sat down. Wendy Taylor. I'd known her for years. Our packs had been allies since before I was born, and our families were friendly. She was fine in small doses. Chatty, energetic, harmless.

Then, I looked in the mirror and asked, "How do I look?" Matt nodded in approval. "You're the prettiest." I happily spun around. Just then, a voice said, "Wendy?" I turned and saw Cassidy, and instantly, my face fell. She said, "You dyed your hair blonde? That just makes your skin look worse! You witch! No wonder Lukey dumped you. "Who's this? Your boy toy? Oh my, he's a doctor too. Are you dressing like a patient to fake your illness again and steal Lukey away from me?"