Wendy The Florist Novels & Stories

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

Lyra was sitting at a long dining table. She scrunched her nose at the invasive scent of flowers smacking her face left and right. She had never liked flower arrangements as centerpieces, but this experience made it the worst one she had ever had. If she ever checked out the colorful petals on the vase, she would be able to see the face of one of the people she hates the most in the world. Wendy can be quite irritating when she smirks and nods with so much confidence. She acts as if she is able to do whatever she wants and ruin everything that Lyra has. Lyra could see it in her eyes. Those heartless eyes with no conscience reveal everything. Wendy's mind is completely blank whenever they mee

“Do you like any of them? I can buy it for you.” That took Wendy aback. Then, she raised an eyebrow. “As a reward for me standing up for you?” “If you consider this standing up for me, so be it,” I said, feeling a little speechless. Wendy laughed, and it made her look much more alive. Honestly, she was only twenty-eight years old, but her achievements often made people forget about her age. “This one, then.” She pointed at a pair of pearl earrings next to the ruby ring.

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

Wendy replied from the hallway, "I'm fine. No one's bothering me here." "That's a relief!" "I need you to do me a favor," Wendy suddenly said. "Of course. What is it?" "There's a red flower herb in my apartment. Could you bring it over? I'm tied up right now and can't leave." "Sure. I'll take care of it." "Thanks, Halsey." Wendy hung up the phone. She was about to return to her work on the antidote when a maid came up to her. "Ms. Crone, we've prepared some chicken soup for you in the kitchen. It's ready. Would you like to go down and have some?"

"Wendy, weren't you going to the orphanage?" Wendy glanced at the scattered snacks on the ground. "I came to buy some things for the kids." Lucas tried to hide his shopping bags, but his hands were full. "I—I'm just here shopping with my boss' daughter! He's busy today, so he's asked me to accompany her. These things aren't mine." The more he explained, the more flustered he sounded, as if trying to cover something up. Wendy's eyes fell on the shopping bags. She might not recognize those high-end brands, but a single set of lipsticks costing 14,000 dollars spoke volumes.

she whispered to herself. Wendy picked up a dish and started washing it, and she dipped her hands in warm soapy water. A little frown was still on her face, and every now and then, she would glance at the door, half-hoping Sylvania would suddenly walk back in and say she’d changed her mind. The house felt empty even though she was still there. She folded the dish towel neatly, swept the floor, and watered the flowers near the window. The work kept her busy, but the voice of Sylvania was all she could hear.

His eyes moved toward the drawer again. Then he looked toward the door. Somewhere upstairs, Vanessa was sleeping peacefully unaware of what's going on but what must be done must be done.

someone interrupts "Sorry to interrupt but I'll answer that" wendy is her name, she's the president of almost all the clubs in school, and also one of the smartness person the whole school she's a total nerd and she's definitely not friendly "Vending machines? What are you trying to imply Frankie that everyone has money to buy over priced snacks that aren't even healthy?, let me tell you all this, vote for me and I will make sure to go directly to the principal and I'll help him select a better cook, and help with our school feeding budget and its a win win for everyone" soon everyone begins to clap and chorus for Wendy, and Frankie definitely wasn't happy

Upon hearing her words, Wendy, who was about to leave, quickly turned around and said, "Ms. Hall?" "Could you please help me find a flower box, preferably one that is durable and resistant to impact? The size should be approximately that of a bouquet of eleven roses." Wendy hesitated for a moment, but soon she realized, "Okay, Ms. Hall." She responded, turned around, and walked out the door. Jessica watched Wendy's figure and lightly touched her own slightly flushed cheek. She smiled and then lowered her head to focus on her work. Jessica had a meeting in the morning and after the meeting, it was lunchtime.