Wendy Holden Author Novels & Stories

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.

Mandi let out a faint whistle. "Wow. Wendy Hawthorne is a piece of work.” I stopped pacing. “What did you find?” She turned the laptop towards me, and I leaned in to examine the writing. This is Wendy Hawthorne: A Story of Talent, Chaos, and Tumultuous Romance. The blog stated that Wendy is an award-winning actress, praised as one of Hollywood’s brightest stars. She had also starred in three blockbuster films, two romance dramas and one high-octane action thriller—that had all become instant hits and internet sensations.

On the other end, Wendy was driving, with the GPS giving directions towards the outskirts of the city. Wendy's workplace was in the city center. Remembering her conversation with Mrs. Marshall yesterday, my heart skipped a beat, and I asked nervously, "Did Mrs. Marshall contact you?" "Sweetie, don't be like a startled bird, afraid of every little movement," Wendy said, turning off the GPS. "I'm heading to a resort in the suburbs for work." "Are you meeting a client?"

Luke choked up slightly. He coldly scrutinized me from head to toe before letting out a chuckle. "Wendy, have you gotten addicted to faking your illness? Was he the one helping you forge your records? "Quit messing around. I don't have time for your performances. You're not convincing at all. Who would check into the hospital with dyed hair and a pink cat-ear hat?" He seemed convinced that I was just putting on an act to make Cassidy jealous. His smug smile was full of certainty as he warned, saying, "Don't use something as low as a divorce to get my attention. You're in no position to negotiate with me."

It was the latest issue of International Wedding Gown Design and several professional manuals. Flipping open the cover, she gently ran her fingers over the intricate embroidery illustrations. A decision quietly took shape in her heart. “These must’ve cost a lot.” Wendy lifted her head and looked at Austin. “It’s nothing.” Austin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a shy smile. “Madeline said you used to study design and even won awards. This is the least I could do.” On the way back, Austin drove. Wendy suddenly realized that the boy who used to trail behind them had grown into a young man with sharp features and steady shoulders.

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.

"Yeah. I used to think that giving everything to Theo made me some kind of a great mother. But in the end, the only one who was moved by all that… was me." "Well then…" Wendy grinned, mischief lighting up her eyes. "Tonight, I'm treating. We're going out—and I'm gonna take care of you properly." Wendy was single and proud of it. She loved bars, clubs, and everything that came with them. Sharon waved it off quickly. "No, no… I'm good." "Good? What do you mean good?" Wendy cut her off. "Back at Bell University, you were the campus queen, remember? Do you know how many guys fell for you during prom night, after that dance performance of yours?"

Hayley passed into her room after she finished in the bathroom. “What are you doing?” Hayley asked as she opened the closet keeping her eyes fixed on Wendy who she noticed was absorbed by the book, but Hayley didn't care. It wasn't her witch book, so there was nothing to worry about. “It's a bit of a history of Weston Hills. Where did you get this book from?” Wendy asked. “I found it somewhere.” Hayley said pulling up her dress and sitting on the bed. Wendy rolled her eyes, something told her she was lying, and Hayley must know very much about the things in this book.

They’ve talked before about having her move in officially and then renting out her house for extra income, enabling them both to retire earlier than they planned. I don’t know what it’s like to be with someone you love more than anything, who loves you right back. And I certainly don’t know what it’s like to have that person taken away from you. I really like Wendy, and Mom totally approves of her, as she told me in another dream. She’s the opposite of my mother, who was creative and free-spirited. Wendy’s a paralegal at Silver Ridge’s only law office. She’s worked the same job her whole adult life, has short, blonde hair, loves routines, and owns more cleaning products than the cleaning com

Wendy could not come to terms with that and felt very uneasy when that happened. As soon as she was told that the same young man needed a bodyguard, Wendy approached Warren without a second thought and declared to him that she wanted that position. In truth, Wendy only decided to take up the job just to get a glimpse of that near-divine existence whom even her grandfather and Warren valued and respected tremendously. In addition, she also wanted to test whether someone as attractive as her could sway the young man's heart. Once Wendy arrived there, she was left utterly speechless when she discovered that the young man had a wife and even a child! It was all wishful thinking on her part when