Wendy Yamada Novels & Stories

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

Yamaguchi. He picked up the pieces of her homework so fast I couldn’t see his hands move. 'I can put this back together at lunch don’t worry, I have this cool, new, contact machine in the staff room just for these occasions.' Cindy Wong smiled and wiped her face. She looked up at him. 'Oh good. It’s my poem, it took me ages to write. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Cindy Wong.' She even bowed, probably thinking it would get her ahead, seeing as Mr. Yamaguchi was Japanese.

Diana lifted her skirt and stared blankly at the door. "You are?" Wendy was also a little confused for a moment. She smiled awkwardly, pursed her lips, and imitated Rex's actions. She stretched out her hand and said, "Hello, I'm Wendy, a designer for Glory Group." "Glory Group?" Diana had long heard of Glory Group. She had just returned to Jena City from Ercula in recent years, so she didn't know much about Wendy. She just felt that her name was familiar.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I was behind the counter, concentrating on getting the foam just right on a cappuccino, when the bell chimed. "Welcome!" I called out automatically, not looking up. "I'll be right with you." "Well, well. Look who's playing barista." My hands froze. That voice. I looked up to find Wendy standing at the counter, arms crossed, that sharp smile on her face. And beside her—Ryan. Damon's cousin. Looking uncomfortable, like he'd rather be anywhere else. "Sera." Wendy's tone was sickeningly sweet. "What a surprise. I didn't know you worked here."