Wendy Corduroy Novels & Stories

The day before the college entrance exam, the class belle everyone adored stepped onto the podium. "I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I couldn't bear to let you all miss this opportunity. There's a hidden rule in this year's college entrance exam system. If you soak your answer sheet, it'll be transferred for a special manual review by top universities." I froze, staring at her for a long while before finally blinking dumbly. In my previous life, those exact words had been enough to make someone as dull as me lose my composure for the first time in my life. I ran to get the teacher and stopped the entire class from soaking their answer sheets. In the end, the class belle failed the exam

Wendy wandered into the bathroom and asked the salesman, "Mind if I test the water?" The floor's slope mattered more than people realized too shallow, and water pooled instead of draining. The salesman's easy charm evaporated. His gaze dropped to the faint bruising still visible on her wrist a leftover mark from Cassidy's bag the day before, faint enough most people wouldn't notice. He'd made up his mind about her instantly. Wendy glanced down at her own outfit older clothes, decent but nothing that screamed money. His tone turned sneering. "You really think I believe he bought those for you?"

The pair got up from the table and left the café. ~0~ It turned out that getting Casey to come on a shopping trip with them was a very good idea as it was the most fun that the blonde had in a while. She and Dawn sat in front of the changing room as Lena modelled outfit after outfit, the two of them giving their opinion on it. The brunette occasionally threw in some outrageous outfits including a bright green top, orange shorts and a fuzzy scarf just to get her friends laughing. Eventually she did find the winning combination: an off the shoulder black top with a blue peacock on the front, denim shorts and black leggings. She already had a decent pair of ankle boots in her room that would fi

“Go home!” Cordelia stood still until the car slowly faded out of her sight before she turned back to the stairs. It was then she received a call. “Ms. Cordelia?” Cordelia was caught unaware. “You are?” “Ms. Cordelia, I’m Wendy!” Cordelia made a sound of realization. It was a helper of the Jenners. It seemed that they did not know that she was not a Jenner heiress yet. “What’s the matter, Wendy?” “Someone sent a letter this morning.” Wendy said gently, “It’s from Centrolis. I think it’s some… Uh, an invitation! Your name is written on the envelope.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

I'm waiting for your answer. Wendy stood with her phone still pressed against her ear and walked over to the table. She used her free hand to slightly part the large gift bag. She could see jewelry, some shoes and some dress. She pulled out the dress. It was a beautiful backless stoned emerald dress. It had the bling bling that she had long gotten used to. Almost every dress he picked- Barbara picked for her was a fashion statement 'I have more than enough of these things, Louis.' She murmured. 'You've made sure of that '

After being humiliated and disowned by her own pack and family the 18-year-old Noella Cindy James, goes Rouge. After tumbling in the depths of the unwanted city, she begins to challenge life. Day after day, anger, hate, malice, eating her up, she becomes bloodthirsty for revenge.

Work was more hectic than usual and Carmen came down with a stomach flu overnight, so I had to ask my Mom to take care of Penelope again while I was overseeing the anniversary party at work. My mom didn't mind watching her, she never does. But she takes care of Penelope while I work 5 days a week, so I'd rather not over burden her if I don't have too. She has a life of her own! The floors of The Ritz ballroom were sparkling after the third coat of wax. The table arrangements were of white lilies in tall crystal vases placed in the centre of each table and the draping of gold curtains from the ceiling made the room look elegant.

It all seemed so natural that Simone and Sam didn’t notice anything odd, but Wendy knew Asher’s gaze never left her. When Simone and Wendy had finished their conversation, Sam seized the chance to speak to his daughter. "Wendy, I’ll take you to buy a computer this afternoon. And didn’t you say you needed to go to the dry cleaners or somewhere yesterday?" Wendy replied, "The dry cleaners. I have a few things that need cleaning." First was the Lightning Bear mascot costume she’d borrowed from Hayden, and second was the evening gown Simone had helped her borrow. "Simone, thank you for lending me the dress. I’ll take it to the dry cleaners today and get it back tomorrow," Wendy said.

I resolved that I was going to wear my shirt untucked the rest of the summer, to provide at least a little bit of cover for all the unauthorized boners I was going to experience. Honestly, the bending over was just the cherry on top. Wendy was a total dime-piece. She had dirty blonde hair, seemingly genuine in color, with bangs in front and shoulder length in back, framing a cute round face with wide blue eyes. She had some meat on her bones, but it was all smooth and sleek, with not a bump or lump to be observed... other than the two magnificent, swelling, softball-sized lumps in front. Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a