Wendy The Wicked Novels & Stories

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.

"Aurora… after all this time, you still don’t even know who you’re dating. That’s hilarious." Her tone dripped with mockery. "And you, Lukey… looks like I’ve finally uncovered your little secret. You’d better be a good boy and do what I say, or none of us are getting out of this clean." She looked almost unrecognizable now—gone was the pitiful, submissive façade. In its place stood someone unhinged, sharp with obsession, her eyes glinting with something dangerous. In the middle of the messy kitchen, Wendy spun like she was dancing, arms out, face glowing with twisted triumph, like she had just rediscovered purpose.

"Is he....?" They exclaimed suddenly, "Yes he is her son, a hybrid, a magical beast...!" answered Albert, all colours from their faces vanished due to the shock, Wendy was the daughter of the Vampire king and was the most powerful among them, but she fell in love with the Alpha of the brown werewolf clan, they married but being a loose character man he cheated on her, Being betrayed by him she went back to her clan, and because of this a deadly war broke out between them,

"That’s enough." "That’s enough? That’s enough?" She spun around, pointing a shaking finger at him, then swung it back to me. "Your daughter is a slut, Rick! A filthy little slut! I caught her, I know what she’s been doing to you! She’s been in your bed! She’s been—" "Stop." Rick’s voice cracked like a whip. But Vanessa was unhinged. She turned toward the front door which, right on cue, opened to reveal two police detectives and a federal agent.

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.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "Wait. I thought they were childhood sweethearts. How did this turn into an uncle-and-niece wedding?" "Seriously, incest? What's going on in rich people's world?" "That's nonsense, Jake!" Wendy snapped. She grabbed my arm, her voice dropping to a cold whisper. "Leave right now, and I might let you walk away with some dignity." I snorted and shook her hand off. "Maybe you should be the one worrying about your dignity."

' I asked, putting my spoon down and pushing my plate away. 'I do not give a damn what has happened to Roxy nor her mother for that matter!' he said with unrepressed bitterness. 'I wish I had never met them. My life might have been different if it weren't for them!' My mouth opened with an 'O'. So the fool was finally thinking straight. Well too late. I decided to fill him in nevertheless. 'Wendy was put in the dungeon in the Moon Ville Pack, like you know but after Roxy recovered, she left the place, though she was asked to stay. He left to find other witches like her and she has not been heard from since then!' I said, relishing the tale I was telling. 'No one knows if she is dead or alive

Yvette raised her eyebrows as she retorted. Nicole shook her wine glass insouciantly. It was a pity that such fine wine and this wonderful atmosphere were so crudely ruined. Wendy came forward and looked at Nicole with a smile. “Nicole, it’s been a long time since we met.” “Quit that act. Who wants to see you?” Yvette had the worst impression of Wendy Quade. Wendy was such a manipulative two-faced b*tch that liked to act all innocent to gain everyone’s sympathy. She was the most wicked person Yvette knew.

There was also the question of what the pack-less werewolves were doing there in the first place. “Won’t this cause a problem with Alpha Duncan?” Her companion’s expression turned grim, remembering the said alpha’s current position. “I doubt that, besides I just want to know what my fiancee’s witch is up to.” Valentine gave her beta a reassuring grin before jumping off the ledge to give chase. The others who were with her didn’t hesitate to follow, as some were howling in cheer for what felt like a playful hunt. Just a few minutes after that, within the Duncan’s mansion, a scout scurried straight into the young-alpha’s office, sweating and gasping for air. The young alpha frowned, seeing the

The Beckers came downstairs, dragging a naked and crying Wendy. Wendy was trying everything possible to cover herself, but it was futile. She was a mess, as the guards had not spared her. I saw J crossed her arms under her breast. “Look at her, what are you trying to hide? Trying to intoxicate my man and sleep with him. Trying to seduce the Alpha to bed, that’s a great crime you know and as the soon-to-be Luna of the pack, I can banish you never to return” Wendy didn’t say a word but J’s word was sharp ringing into everyone’s ears in the room.