Wendy Williams Ankles Novels & Stories

She couldn’t be sure what Annie might think if she saw her injured ankle, so Renee needed a believable excuse. As she thought about it, her eyes fell on a nearby concrete planter. Gritting her teeth, she rubbed her swollen ankle against the rough surface. The pain was so intense it made her break into a cold sweat as she sat down on the ground. Clenching her fists to endure the pain, she dialed Wendy’s number. Right now, she needed a witness. Wendy would be perfect for that. After all, Wendy had to be the one who had tipped off Annie, so having her as a witness was ideal.

"Is she alright?" I was still angry, but I was already heading for the clinic before I could stop myself. In college, Wendy would often slip her arm around mine and say, "Nina, I'll protect you from now on. Anyone who bullies you will have to answer to me." If she had injured her foot, how would she work or travel for business? Every worst-case scenario came to mind. When I arrived at the infirmary, Wendy was already sitting on the edge of an exam table with an ice pack on her ankle. I hurried over and asked, "Wendy, are you alright?"

I was wearing high heels and twisted my ankle. It hurt it so badly. The soft snap made me break out in a cold sweat instantly. Three years ago, Jack had a high fever at night, and it happened to be when the power in the neighborhood was out. I carried Jack, who was two sizes taller than me, up the eight-story building. I stepped off the edge and twisted my ankle, breaking it. The doctor said that I could not injure this ankle again, or there was a possibility of lifelong disability.

"Did you tear your wound?" With her lips pressed into a pitiful pout, Cassidy shook her head. Luke's eyes darkened as anger filled his face. "Wendy Yaeger, why the hell did you push her? Don't you know how serious her injuries already are?" Unable to stay silent any longer, Matt stepped in and said, "Wendy didn't push her. She fell on her own!" "Don't blame Wendy. I shouldn't have asked her about what was going on between her and the doctor. It was me and my big mouth," Cassidy pitifully said.

“Maxwell is waiting in the parking lot.” “I am,” I say, spritzing perfume behind my ears, then dabbing some against my wrists. Wendy gives me a once-over and raises a brow when I stand up, and I slouch, knowing just what that means. “I love your makeup and your hair,” she says, brow still raised. “Your outfit too. But those shoes are killing everything nice, babes. Take them off.” “Wendy…” I begin, but she raises a finger and cuts me off.

From my ankle all the way up to my hip. Ward hops to his feet before I can hit the floor and he cradles me in his arms. "Did I break it?" He asks me in a panic. I look down at my ankle and it is twisted in a weird angle. "I think so," I say through gritted teeth. Tears are streaming down my cheeks as Ward carries me out of the gym. My mother and Sister Edith are still outside and they both look at me in shock. Ward sits me down in front of my mother and she checks my ankle.

Was that what this was? “Enough. You should get some rest,” Lucas said, not even bothering to ask about Wendy’s injury. He could see clearly that Aurora was not in a good mood. Wendy, however, deliberately fanned the flames. “But Lukey, I think I twisted my ankle... and my face—do you think I’ll be scarred?” She couldn’t see the damage, only felt the burning sting and assumed it was serious. But to both Aurora and Lucas, the injury was so minor it was barely worth mentioning.

“What’s wrong with your ankle?” She turned around and glanced at him, looking innocent and helpless. “I hung out with my friends yesterday, but I forgot to change out of the high heels when I got back. Then, you called for me, and I thought it was an emergency. I twisted my ankle when I tried to respond.” That reminded Avery about the awkward moments they shared last night. Suddenly, he realized she was not trying to seduce him last night. Walking over, he stared at her swollen ankle. “Get over here and take a seat.”

It will make her feet sore. I kept on watching her and after a while, she could no longer bear it. While Wendy was Way, she sneakily sat down and took off her heels so that her nice and tender feet could breathe. She kept one of her feet on top of the other, and she wriggled it. She was afraid that she might get caught as her eyes darted everywhere. “Wow….the scene was wonderful” Although it could not relieve her, it was better off. She tiptoed quietly so that her colleague who was next to her wouldn't notice what she was doing.

Wendy pulled me up, but I angrily shrugged her off. She suddenly stumbled and fell on the floor. "Ahh! Nina! Why did you push me?" She started to sob, which annoyed me even more. She held her ankle and cried, "Lucian, my ankles hurt. Please take me to the hospital." Lucian furrowed his brows, clearly annoyed as well. Wendy said with a catch in her throat, "Our families are long-time friends. You can't just leave me like this. Otherwise, I'll tell my father!"