Wendy The Wicked Novels & Stories

She muttered to herself, "It’s over. It’s all over." By masquerading as Uncle Royce’s daughter, Wendy had managed to accumulate a massive fortune through criminal channels. However, she squandered every cent before receiving a ten-year prison sentence for her fraudulent activities. Though a promising life once lay ahead of her, she ultimately brought about her own ruin. Nonetheless, I had no interest in their self-inflicted downfall. I was ready to start a new chapter and embrace a brighter future.

Wendy was very excited when she thought about how she would finally have an opportunity to take revenge on Claire and Charlie. She held Kenneth’s arm excitedly as she led him toward the both of them. As soon as they approached the couple, Wendy said arrogantly, “Oh, look who’s here! It turns out to be the woman who was evicted from the Wilson family and the son-in-law of the Wilson family who is nothing but a piece of trash! Are both of you even qualified to participate in this summit?”

Just then, a jarring voice cut through the quiet. "Oh, Ethan, always the joker." Wendy, in her glaring red gown, stood at the entrance of the hall. She strutted toward us, calling out, "Don't let him trick you! She's nothing but a tramp!" The crowd started murmuring, restless. Wendy, smug as ever, whipped out a black remote and slammed her thumb down on the button. An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk.

Her hand did not leave my cock, but at least she had pity on me and stopped jacking it before I had a stroke from over-stimulation. "Holy. Cow," I gasped. "You are so damned good at this!" "And you are just..." Wendy said, pausing for a tiny aftershock, "as good as advertised!" "Just you wait for Friday," I said in a mock warning tone. "I have so many more ways I want to molest your body." "Oh yeah," said Wendy idly. She reached down and wiped a finger-load of jizz from her belly and sucked on it. "If those worms in last period start to make a mess again Friday, we will have to sit on them!"

“I’m drinking it anyway. What are you going to do about it?” Wendy huffed and didn’t actually try to grab it back. She clicked her tongue and looked Winter up and down. “Good thing you’ve got skin this thick. Otherwise, you really would’ve been beaten to a mess.” Instead of being annoyed, Winter found her oddly endearing. Just as Wendy twisted her hips and turned to leave, Winter called out, “Wendy, sweetie, do you happen to have a VIP card for the JX Club?” “Why?” Being called sweetie by someone as striking as Winter clearly put her in a good mood. “You want one?”

Wendy screamed after seeing the gift sent to them by the Rossie family. It consisted of the faces of the people she had killed—not just one, but several. She had killed a crazy lady back in America while she was acting like a psycho. She reached for an expensive bottle of wine and nearly smashed the wax figures. They looked so real. "What's wrong?" Victor asked as he approached her. He stared at the unfamiliar people depicted in wax, wearing clothes that looked as if they were meant for that day. "Hannah!" he called, grabbing the bottle from her.

"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?"

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

“Isn’t that just signing her death warrant? Does she think that marrying that mafia don will give her a leg up? I’m pretty sure she won’t even survive it.” “She’s really risking it all for a chance to get somewhere in life.” “She’ll never be anything compared to you, Wendy. She’s useless, just like her mother.” Wendy was no longer acting like the coquettish sweetheart she was when she was with Connor. In her place was an unfamiliar, vicious witch. Every word she spoke dripped venom. “Willow is a fool. I spent some pocket change, and she felt so tormented that she came out of it like a ghost. And let’s not forget how awful she looked after my bodyguards dragged her off to the airport.

"You think I'm a queen?" "Indeed you are and you deserve to be treated as such" "Come here Wendy" I say as pull her into big hug, we've not done this in weeks "I miss your hugs" "Same here" "I'm sorry about Blake" "Nah, it's nothing. I'll get over it. I deserve better than such a scumbag. I'll meet someone better" "Of course you will" Wendy is the most optimistic person you will ever meet. She just got out of a toxic relationship but she's still positive that she'll find a better man. I admire her optimistic nature.