Wendy Williams Ankles Novels & Stories

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 pair it with black strappy heels that wrap around my ankles and make my legs look longer than they already are. Gold hoop earrings, small but bold, and a slim gold cuff on my wrist finish it off. I leave my hair down, straight and smooth, and swipe on dark lip gloss because I’m done trying to look harmless. I grab my bag and head out of the room. As soon as I reach the bottom of the stairs, I see Wendy standing akimbo… She’s standing there with her hands planted firmly on her hips, blocking my path like she’s been waiting for this exact moment. Her jaw is tight, eyes sharp, and I can already tell she’s wound up and ready to explode.

Greg shifted near the window but did not turn around. “Yeah,” Xander admitted. “Standard procedure.” Wendy looked down at her hands. They were wrapped in hospital bracelets that carried her name in bold black letters. It felt strange seeing it there. Like she had become a case study. “You didn’t have to jump in,” she said. He looked at her sharply. “You’re an idiot for saying that.” “You could have…” She stopped. “It was stupid.” “Don’t call it that.” “What else was it?”

I hear chuckles from almost every corner, and they do not even try to hide the fact that they are speaking about me. For a moment, I feel like I am about to cry, but I keep my head up high, making my way to my locker. Hana’s locker is just a few lockers away, and the moment I am done, I shut mine to see her standing with Wendy. She is dressed in a cropped white knit sweater with a high-waisted plaid skirt and knee-high black boots, and her hair is in a sleek ponytail. Wendy is wearing a black turtleneck tucked into ripped skinny jeans with chunky platform boots, and her hair falls in soft waves.

Pain shot up her leg. “Oh, God! Are you okay?” It was Ted Williams. He squatted down beside her. She looked up at him and only recognized him because Linda had pointed him out half a dozen times. His image became blurry as she viewed him through teary eyes, “I hurt my ankle.” “Let me see.” Ted removed his helmet and kneeled next to her leg. He ran his hand over it. When she flinched he pulled his hand back. “It doesn't look promising.” he gave her a sympathetic look.

It was too late to go back to my room now that they had seen me. Not knowing where else to go, I headed for the table with the ice sculpture and admired it. It wasn't as if anyone was trying to chat me up. As I stood there, Wendy came over to me. Her long black hair was styled in an elegant updo that complimented her face. She even had her lips in this bright red color that I could never pull off. Her dress was a bright red cocktail dress which she paired with six-inch heels. I could barely walk in two-inch heels. She had some courage for wearing those.

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

That Humans could create such beautiful products said a lot about them—and gave her hope for the future. And the shoes! Oh, the shoes. The flats came in so many colors, and Wendy had insisted she try on a pair for each outfit. Really, Angel hadn’t needed much convincing. She loved the flamingo-colored sandals the saleswoman had said were the latest style. They were comfortable and looked so very pretty on her new feet. And then, the high heels! All different heights, some thick-heeled, some as thin as an anemone ten-tacle. Made from cork and wood and even that loath-some plastic, decorated with sequins and braiding and bows… she was going to have to practice walking in them when she was alon

She wasn't unconscious like I thought. "As I said, I won’t let you go, my Lady!" Wendy croaked. Her voice was hoarse but stubborn as she spoke. She gripped my leg so tight that I couldn't move. I frowned and irritation flashed across my face. "I don’t have time for this." I shook my leg to dislodge her, but Wendy's grip was too strong to be shaken off. With anger, I snarled and kicked her in the face. But Wendy curled her other arm and shielded her face. She kept enduring as I continued kicking until blood started dripping from her nose. Yet, she refused to let go.

he asked, his voice full of alarm as he steadied her. "I was walking in the garden and I twisted my ankle..." Vanessa sobbed. "It hurts so much..." Caden carefully helped her to a seat, kneeling before her to inspect her ankle. I had been knocked to the ground when he pushed past me. A sharp pain shot through my own ankle as it twisted under me. But no one noticed. Biting my lip to keep from crying out, I silently made my way to the door. Before I left, I took one last look back.