Wendy The Wicked Novels & Stories

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 will go back to where she had been hiding all this time, but everyone will think she’s been thrown into the dungeon.” As I listened to them speak, I couldn’t help but wonder how they could easily say something like that. They weren’t good people. I’d gotten it all wrong. Now I understand how Wendy turned out the way she did. “You don’t get it, do you?” I asked, standing up from the couch. As for me, our conversation was over. “Please, just sit down,” she begged. “Wendy killed someone and framed me for it. She was okay with me facing the punishment, but I should let her be because she’s your only daughter?”

Her words are like a luxurious fragrance: sharp, expensive, and subtly suffocating. Then there’s Rachel, Andrew’s wife. A former opera singer whose current personality consists of one phrase “Irene said”. Rachel is not a threat; she's just a bit robotic. Then, Sarah. She’s Liam’s wife and also my former high school tormentor. She used to bully scholarship students for wearing knockoffs. Now she does it in Louboutins, with a fancy last name. I still don’t understand what my third brother sees in her. Maybe he has a fetish for cruelty wrapped in beige cashmere.

Not only did she refuse to help, but she also used all her power to expose his unspeakable past to the public, ensuring his disgrace. Her top-tier lawyer was determined to get Hudson sentenced to death. Knowing Wendy would never help him, Hudson gave up and decided to drag her down with him. He told the police that Wendy killed Terry. Wendy was arrested, and Lloyd Corp's scandal became the top headline on every news outlet. Six months later, the Lloyd family secured Wendy's release on medical parole, citing mental illness as the grounds for her permanent transfer to a sanitarium. Perhaps it wasn't an excuse. During those six months behind bars, Wendy had truly lost her mind.

Wendy said. “Wendy, listen carefully. Roman has figured me out, he locked me up and now, he’s about to execute my wife. There was this spell you did one time, the time brought one special ingredient from your coven while you were here. Can you do that for me?” West said. “West, are you sure this will help?” Wendy said. “I’m out of ideas, this is all I can think of. I’m running out of time.” West said.

“You scared the shit out of me, Aria! Getting shot at like that—what the hell were you thinking?” “It wasn’t exactly planned,” I said, grinning despite the pain. “Good to see you too.” Wendy stepped forward next, her arms crossed, her silver hair windswept as if she’d run here. It hit me, then, that I’d never seen her wolf form. Was it silver like her hair? “Both of you,” she snapped, her gaze flicking between me and Darren. “What did I tell you about taking care of each other? And here you are, shot up and bleeding all over the place. Reckless, the pair of you.”

"Why don't I start with the ex-wife? I'll see what a woman Mr. Hawk's been with is like." With that, Scarface reached for Wendy's clothes, intending to tear them off. Wendy didn't flinch. She looked at him with unshaken composure and said, her voice clear, "Touch me, and you'll regret it." Scarface froze. He studied Wendy. Despite the swollen, red handprint across her cheek, she remained poised, her eyes clear and fearless. "If you're lucky, you might walk away with 100 million. But if you lay a hand on me, you won't be leaving here at all."

She sat on the bed and cross her legs. "You must really love her, huh? The ruthless Alpha has finally found his mate." She smiled. "I'll help you. It seems that her scent is bounded under a witches spell." She said. "And what does that mean?" I asked as I was confuse to what she was saying. "That her kidnapper knew what they were doing. You can smell it for a brief time, but then it vanishes. But its not enough for you to track it." She explained. Now everything was making perfect sense now.

But to what end when she was determined to ruin Iris' life. I can't blame her completely though, of Adrian had not given her the permission by being cruel to me in the first place, Rozy would never have had the impetus to do what she is doing. 'Oh, it would seem you are not aware', she said triumphantly. 'Let me introduce myself properly', she continued mockingly. 'I am Wendy, the witch who seduced your uncle Christopher and was able to give birth to his daughter, Roxy. I made your mother's life a hell before I was banished and since you want to reap where you did not sow, I shall make you pay dearly!'

Soon Skye opened his mouth and looked at her to see her sad but content look forming on her face. "At least you could live without many regrets" Skye commented as he thought about Anberine and the years they had lost. "It appears so" she agreed softly. "Correct me if I am wrong but I haven't yet asked you for your name. How very foolish of me" Skye admitted earning him a soft smile from the woman. "Lacey Rendagon" the woman replied kindly before nibbling on her toast daintily. "Skye... although, I can't exactly call myself Pendragon since I am not the true heir of Camelot" humming at his sheepish reply, Lacey smiled in approval.