Wendy X Dipper 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.”

Nodding in response, Wendy replied, “I’m glad you think so… Honestly, I think Miss Harrison is a really nice woman… Not only does she care a lot about Zivon, but she also has a good background, and she possesses great business skills… In other words, a perfect match for my boy… I truly believe that the two will eventually get their happy ending…” This left Xavia speechless once more. Did Wendy really like Sophia that much…? To the point where she already saw her as her daughter-in-law…? Her train of thought was cut short when Wendy added, “Speaking of which, how is your sister doing? I heard from Miss Harrison that she’s a malicious woman who uses her looks to constantly confuse Maison and Z

Wendy replied, "I just got dumped, so I ordered a few male models to comfort myself. There are plenty of handsome men in this world. Why should I hang myself from just one tree? Sharon, don't you think so?" Wendy was a complete beauty enthusiast. She even insisted on choosing handsome men as her bodyguards, so wanting a few male models after a breakup was not exactly surprising. Sharon knew Wendy only wanted some eye candy. She would not actually do anything reckless. So Sharon said nothing more. She actually wanted to know how exactly Wendy had ended up heartbroken. Wendy directed the male models to sing and dance, then had a few of them serve drinks for the two of them. Sharon's alcohol to

"Stop," Wendy glared at Dea, intensifying the tension in the room. The physical touch from Aiden's girlfriend conveyed a strong force through Dea's body. She glanced briefly at Wendy. The woman's furrowed eyebrows and forehead, fiery eyes, and tightly shut mouth all indicated a volatile situation. Dea understood what Wendy was feeling. 'Always something,' Dea thought.

It was relaxing. ***** “The chief's daughter is called Wendy, she's 22 at the moment. She likes partying, she enjoys painting and she likes tango.” Ric read from his ipad. There's no information my men will ever miss. No matter how buried it is, we always find it. I nodded slightly. “Is that all?” “According to her posts on I*******m she just ended things with her boyfriend.” I chuckled lightly. She's so childish. One thing you should never do, letting people know that you're vulnerable, it's a big mistake.

he holds out a hand for her to shake. “Wendy,” she replies, taking his hand, “I’m a warrior.” The longevity of the handshake does not miss me. My curly blonde girlfriend was behaving like a teenager, being shy and blushing nonstop. “You look familiar to me,” Wendy says and gives me a curious look. “I don’t recall meeting you before,” Dwayne tells her with glimmering lust. “Maybe it’s because you both sleep around so much that everyone is starting to look familiar to you,” I mocked, knowing that it ought to hurt.

Next time she’s in my pack, I need to make my office smell like the two of us too. She leans against me, smiling, and I know she’s on board with that idea. I kiss the top of her head while we wait for them to get to Yorick’s office. “Okay, Henry, we’re here. Hi, Quirin. Hi, Piper.” “Hey, Wendy. Hi, Hacker,” Piper says. Quirin says hello and then we lay it out for them. “Holy Mother Moon Goddess,” Wendy whispers. Hacker doesn’t say anything.

I resolved that I was going to wear my shirt untucked the rest of the summer, to provide at least a little bit of cover for all the unauthorized boners I was going to experience. Honestly, the bending over was just the cherry on top. Wendy was a total dime-piece. She had dirty blonde hair, seemingly genuine in color, with bangs in front and shoulder length in back, framing a cute round face with wide blue eyes. She had some meat on her bones, but it was all smooth and sleek, with not a bump or lump to be observed... other than the two magnificent, swelling, softball-sized lumps in front. Her hips and ass were rounded and generous, but not enough to keep up with her torso, leaving her with a