Wendy Holden Author Novels & Stories

"Yes, I'm Jolin," Wendy admitted with confidence. Horace admired her—such a young woman holding her own in the business world was truly rare. "What can I do for you?" he asked. Wendy curved her lips into a subtle smile. "I just arrived in the Capital and wanted to visit your house." She wanted to go with Horace to the Larson family's estate. Horace paused, then chuckled. "You want to visit my house?" "That's right. I heard your residence is quite grand. I thought it would be good to see it for myself."

Wendy was the author of misery. Hayley felt her insides brewing with anger, pure resentment, and hatred as she watched the interaction between the two women on the screen. Her previous shocked expression had transformed into a great rage. It had been six whole since she heard from, saw, or had seen Wendy Forbes. Hayley believed it was best to keep her distance. They had the assumption that she was dead and Hayley thought it was for the best. However, seeing Wendy happy and acting as if she hadn't fucked up anyone's life in the past infuriated Hayley.

Charlie truly did not expect that the reason why Lady Wilson would come to show off and be cocky in front of him was because of Wendy. Lady Wilson certainly did not know that the reason why Wendy could actually make the great leap from being a hostess who was bullied by everyone to becoming the general manager of Mallow Stenhouse Etiquette Corporation was entirely because Charlie was giving Wendy an opportunity because he pitied her.

No one noticed that Bruce's face had already darkened. Ivan said excitedly, "You're incredible, Wendy. Even Kingsbridge University's chancellor came because of your work." The other students were just as thrilled and envious. "Wendy, once you're in grad school at Kingsbridge, don't forget about us." "Is it too late for me to start making butter for Wendy now?" Wendy looked embarrassed. "Stop it. You're all embarrassing me." Then, she walked straight over to Bruce. "Hello, Mr. Ingram. I'm the author of 'Day and Eve'. Thank you for recognizing my work. I'll keep working hard."

he holds out a hand for her to shake. “Wendy,” she replies, taking his hand, “I’m a warrior.” The longevity of the handshake does not miss me. My curly blonde girlfriend was behaving like a teenager, being shy and blushing nonstop. “You look familiar to me,” Wendy says and gives me a curious look. “I don’t recall meeting you before,” Dwayne tells her with glimmering lust. “Maybe it’s because you both sleep around so much that everyone is starting to look familiar to you,” I mocked, knowing that it ought to hurt.

Gordon said. “Is that a good thing? Never mind, don't answer the question. When Gina can’t give me good counsel, I go to Wendy, she used to be very wise.” Penelope said. “Wendy? As in the the witch that used to live here?” Gordon said in surprise, widening his eyes and raising his brief to expresses both his surprise and curiosity .

And something dark, primal, and dangerously quiet tightened inside him. Holden had never been the type to show jealousy openly. But possession? That was a different story. His jaw ticked as he approached, his voice low. “Who is he?” Adrian extended his hand as if this were a business meeting, not a collision of past and present. “Adrian Wu,” he said smoothly. “Elena and I… used to be close.” Holden didn’t shake his hand. Didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. His gaze sharpened to a blade.

After lunch, the two headed towards the teaching building. Wendy took out a light blue denim baseball cap from her bag. She had prepared it before volunteering during the summer break, and it had come in handy many times during her travels in Costa Rica afterwards. Although wearing the cap was a bit hot, it kept the glaring sun out of her eyes, so she planned to keep wearing it. The upside was the shade. The downside was that pulling the brim down too low could obstruct her view. Like right now. Gina grabbed Wendy's hand, her voice tense. "That's strange, what would they be doing here?"

In the end, Wendy couldn't bring herself to punish him. After Jasper fell asleep that night, she leaned against my shoulder and said softly, "I saw Penelope today." My hand, which had been stroking her hair, paused for a moment. "She's working as a sales assistant at the mall now. She turned and walked away the moment she saw me," Wendy said flatly. Jasper rolled over in his sleep and instinctively grabbed my pajamas. I leaned down to plant a kiss on his soft hair. "Let's take him to the amusement park tomorrow."

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.