Wendy Wonka Novels & Stories

"I recall her from the ceremony yesterday." "Yes, Master Sam. This is Wendy, Rhonda's youngest sister. She's nineteen and still a virgin. She had something she wished to discuss with Rhonda last night and missed the bus. I feel I should keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't get into trouble. Wendy, this is Master Sam and his two slaves, Marcia, his wife, and their lover, Chantelle. Marcia is a law enforcement officer like Rhonda. Chantelle is the cook who made all or most of our food yesterday. Master Sam does investments for the estate."

Snow jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Wendy was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey Hun," Wendy said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty. Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Wendy in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?"

It always seemed as if Wendy was the villain for bringing up a divorce. Before Wendy could say anything, the phone next to her started vibrating violently. It was a call from the nanny. "Mrs. Grant, Yarick is missing!" she said anxiously.

She was only brave when it came to bullying him. - Wendy entered the room, which was empty. She then placed the chicken soup on the table. Suddenly, she caught a faint smell. It was subtle—almost undetectable—but Wendy's sharp senses picked up on it immediately. She closed her eyes, and then, without warning, collapsed onto the bed. The door creaked open, and someone entered quietly. It was Hank Landon, Lilian's nephew, a lazy young man who sponged off his family's wealth. He approached the bed with a sinister grin.

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.

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!'

"Your mess is practically known to the public. Besides, didn't you admit it yourself?" She suddenly leaned in, and her red lips almost pressed against his ear. "Did you ever find her? If not, I can help. Oh, and Rosalyn's WhatsApp name seemed to be Sweetless Candy. Do you think she's the woman you've been secretly in love with?" Zac tightened his grip hard enough that Wendy gasped. "Wendy!" "Ouch!" Wendy uttered deliberately. She was loud enough for nearby guests to hear. "Honey, you're hurting me!"

Daniel POV The moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless. She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse. What’s the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful. The mask she wore wasn’t enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,— power, affirmation, control.

Queenie concluded her tale with a smirk before crossing her legs, giving everyone a full view of her white ‘underwear’ through a hole at the bottom of her catsuit pants. “Shall we start with trivia? Some of these answers cannot be found on the website or the internet. I hope you’re ready because I’m thrilled to know what everyone thinks about Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation. Let’s find out how much you know about them. An easy question that everyone should get correct. Mods, get the poll ready. What is the full name of Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation’s CEO? You have one minute to choose your answer.”

My baby’s well-being arrived first. Drifting from the kitchen, moving outward was just the aroma of such freshly cooked food which mixed with vanilla from off of the candle on the coffee table. Mrs. Jane, my cook, had been busy for roughly an hour since she would prepare dinner. She was simply just a kind-hearted woman in her fifties and she did have such a warm smile. She had in her a gift that no one could equal for the making of great food.