Wendy Yamada Novels & Stories

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"It belongs to the pack. Now, get out." Mom nudged my arm, pushing me away softly. "Annie, please, let's just go. Don't argue with an Alpha!" In the overwhelming worries intermingled with fear, gathering our belongings felt like losing all hopes. My mom threw my clothes into a duffel bag, her hands shaking. "Cassandra called me yesterday," she revealed in a whisper. "She said Damon was serious about leaving you. She offered to help me get a job outside the Academy's territory if I made sure you never pursued this wolf dream again. I just wanted you to be safe, Annie. I didn't want you to get involved with these powerful Lords."

The whispers and stares finally quietened, I guess the rumors finally died down. I was at my table in class, when a girl walked up to me. "Jinny right?" She had short brown hair with purple highlights, pink full lips and a nose ring "Yeah" "Hi, I'm Rebecca," smiling, she stretched out her hand "Nice to meet you" I smiled back, taking her hand "Are you new here?" "Nope" "How come I haven't seen you around though?"

, Tyler promised, taking the book from her “thank you Yaz” “You’re quite welcome Tyler”, Yasmin said with a not so genuine smile. “Where are you going?” the young man called when the red head started to walk away. Yasmin turned back “I have some other business to attend to”, she replied “enjoy your revenge”. She continued on her way, smirking triumphantly, her eyes flickering red. It was so easy to corrupt that the poor little human. She was going to have fun collecting his darkened soul later.

I walked towards him and noticed he was talking to some elegant older woman. “This is my wife, Anastasia,” he introduced me, “Anastasia, this is Mrs. Wendy Corbyn, my father's old friend and a board member.” “Pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Tsuchida,” she greeted me in a refined manner. “The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Corbyn,” I bowed, slightly overwhelmed by the situation. “It's nice to know that Hiro found such an elegant lady to stand by his side…” she smiled, “Ichiro can rest in peace, knowing that his son is supported by you.”

Standing there was a young woman with long black hair and a flowing white dress. Her appearance was delicate and pure. Oddly familiar. “You are…?” The woman smiled. “You forgot me already?” Then she laughed softly. “Actually, that’s understandable. You’re the general manager of Harrison Group now. Important people naturally forget things.” She stepped closer. “I’m Wendy Lawson. We were classmates in high school.” Navia finally remembered. Wendy Lawson. The eldest daughter of the Lawson family.

Wendy said to her brother, giving him a look. “I’m afraid I am."Damon replied. "I wish I could say it was something I regret, but Wendy is one of the brightest minds I’ve encountered. She’s going to single handedly turn my advertising efforts around. I think in a year or two, Paige Enterprises won’t simply be one of the leaders in athletic apparel, but the undisputed leader when it comes to sportswear" Her two brothers eyed Wendy with renewed interested while Wendy stared at Damon, her eyes wide with shock. He could almost swear she looked a little teary. He smiled at her and reached for her hand. To his surprise she accepted without complaint and curled her fingers tight around his.

Just as the female assistant thought that she was already driven into a corner and was at her wit’s end, one of her old classmates in Aurous Hill sent her a WhatsApp business card and a voice message saying: “Maya, you should hurry up and add the contact from the business card that I’ve just sent to you. Her name is Wendy Wilson, and she is the general manager of Mallow Stenhouse Etiquette Corporation in Aurous Hill.”

The others I recognize from the pictures he has in his room. “Excuse me,” I say, walking up. The group goes silent and turns to me. “I’m Cyra Teymoori,” I begin. I don’t get any further before a young woman throws herself into my arms. “Oh my goddess! Of course my brother would be mated to a beautiful woman,” she says. “Hi?” I say, but it sounds more like a question. “Sorry, I’m Wendy.” “Oh, hey, Wendy. Yorick talks about you all the time.”

I discreetly slipped away to the bathroom, plugged in my headphones, and dialed her number. Wendy is my childhood friend, a stunning beauty with a straightforward personality. She has the body of a model and the cool demeanor of an actress. She works in crisis PR at Johnsonville's largest firm. While I was dealing with Max, she was climbing the corporate ladder. At only twenty-eight years old, she became a director and earned a respected reputation in Johnsonville's social circles. Last month, their CEO opened a new branch in Samsterdam and needed staff for training. As the youngest director at the Johnsonville headquarters, Wendy was given the responsibility and sent on a business trip with