Wendy Stan Novels & Stories

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.

- I reached a final decision after pondering on it for a while. "Okay. I'll send you the details, I'm leaving now" - she turned to the meek girl with the huge framed glasses. "She's in your hands now" - she smiled before heading out the door. Without Rachel around, my attention turned to the young lady, "I believe introductions are in order. My name is Selene Woods and you?" - I initated a formal introduction between us both. "Bennett Gale, I'm an intern at the agency and I'm also a big fan of your movies, ma'am" - she spoke excitedly with a big grin on her face.

My name is Wendy, and I am a thirty-year-old stay-at-home wife. When Mark and I first started dating, he treated me with patience and warmth. He remembered small anniversaries, brought me flowers after work, and made me believe I had chosen a dependable man. After we married, he handled most of the outside business while I managed the house, the bills, and his daily life. For several years, our marriage looked peaceful from the outside. Mark was handsome, successful, and polite in front of everyone. Friends often said I was lucky to have a husband who worked hard and rarely raised his voice.

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

The waiter gave a faint smile before subtly making a gesture, and the women quietly filed out. Soon, another batch arrived. Their looks and figures were top-tier. All of them were dressed charmingly, their perfume thick in the air. With narrowed eyes, I scanned the group before spotting a familiar figure. Wendy was standing at the very end of the line in a short red dress and had a full face of makeup. She had her head down with a forced smile. She seemed to be deliberately avoiding my gaze, as if hoping I wouldn't notice her.

Wendy looked at me hesitantly, then walked over to the watch. She lowered her gaze. The worn back revealed the deep engraving: "WLFK." Her expression faltered, but Hayden noticed it and pulled her into his arms. "Wendy, my hand hurts. Look." Sure enough, Wendy's attention shifted to him. She took out some antiseptic and carefully dabbed it on his hand. "You're so careless. What if you get a scar on your pretty hands?" she scolded.

"I know about your secret place. Eleanor is there now, finishing your girl slowly and painfully." "Nobody will hurt her!" I scream and wrap my arm around his neck to choke him. "Adrian, step aside." Candice, one of the witches from the Supreme Court, appears out of nowhere. I know better than questioning the ability of a witch from the Supreme Court. I do as I'm told and in a matter of seconds Tyler is sliced in two. She used a forbidden spell on him. As much as I wanted to kill him myself, I know that she gave him a painful death; more painful than what I can do.

Hahaha! Wendy laughed and said disdainfully, “You want me ruined? Do you know who I am? I’m the leading actress, Wendy Jones. I know more than half of the bosses and directors in this circle. I’m their ambassador and walking signboard. Would they dare to smash their signboard?” Philip shook his head and glanced at Denver who was already on the ground. He said to Wendy, “You’ll end up just like him.”

- I asked, trying to show authority. - Well, well, I'm just passing through. I've been coming here for many years to drink water. I know a secret passage, and the border guards never catch me. I saw you were crying. Don't you want to blurt out with this rogue? I will not judge you. What did I have to lose? - Everyone hates me in the pack, and my uncle can only pick me up within three weeks. - What's your name, little Wolf? - I'm Angel Carson Brown, son of Beta Brady Brown and Mary Carson.

Wendy looked at him. He glanced at the wall clock, it was quarter past six in the evening. “It is late,” Hilton announced. Without giving a reply, Wendy left the house. Hilton picked his phone and sent a message. [She just left the house, track her movement] Wendy arrived home and met her father and Nancy standing before some thugs and a lady. The lady was Susan. “What is going on here?” Wendy asked. “Your family is finally going to the streets where they belong.” Susan mocked.