Wendy Wonka Novels & Stories

She cooked for me, but I didn't even take a bite. Then, she went missing for the whole afternoon. When she came back, her face was covered in the Joker's makeup, and a big red nose hung from her actual nose. She tried to play some tricks to cheer me up. It was a clumsy performance. She scrambled to juggle the balls, only for them to fall off three times. Wendy was the Haltons' only heir and always kept up airs wherever she went. She was serious and intimidating, but she humbled herself just to make me happy.

I introduced like a typical person. Ana stood up to exchange pleasantries while Wendy did so hesitantly, staring at Rica like she was trying to recollect something. You could tell from the way she frowned her eyebrows and gazed continuously at her. Rica knew who she was from the start so she decided to play along. "Hi Wendy, it's been a few years since we've met." Wendy clicked her tongue when she finally remembered where she knew Miss Rica from. "You're the woman from the orphanage."

"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."

Her cheeks are smudged with pink ice cream. I laugh, wiping her face with a napkin. "I’m glad you’re happy, sweetheart," I say, savoring the moment. Watching her like this, so carefree and full of joy, makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay. As she eats, Wendy suddenly perks up "Oh! Mummy, I almost forgot. I have something for you." "Something for me?" I ask, curious. She nods, looking through her little backpack until she pulls out an envelope. My brows knit together as she hands it to me.

"Wendy, where's your brother?" ***************

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!"