Twenty Wendy Novels & Stories

Gendry tossed the empty pizza box into the trash, rubbing a hand down his face. He was just about to grab a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang. Frowning, he strode out of the kitchen and made his way to the front door. Pulling it open, his body tensed up when he saw who it was. Wendy. She was leaning against the doorframe, her lips curling into a slow, sultry smile. Dressed in a deep red, body-hugging dress that barely reached mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that left little to the imagination, she was the picture of seduction.

Wendy's visits to the mansion had become too frequent, but I didn't stop her from coming today. "Sure, I'll be home," I replied, and she promptly responded with heart and kiss emojis. I paid little attention to it and set my phone aside, waiting for her arrival. After about thirty minutes of lying still, I heard a car pull up in the driveway, and I went downstairs to greet Wendy. She looked stunning in a red trouser suit, but suddenly, her beauty didn't appeal to me. She hugged me, and after exchanging the usual pleasantries, we settled in the living room.

His eyes lit up, and he quickly went after the car. Soon, Wendy got out of the rear seat while Freya got out from the other side with her long and sexy legs wrapped in a pair of blue jeans. She was wearing an ink art shirt, and her long hair was tied in a ponytail. At first glance, she looked like a stylish, pretty lady with graceful movements. It was hard to tell that she was nearly two months pregnant. Rodney zoned out for two seconds before he went after them. “Mom…” It had been a long while since he last met Wendy, who had not been answering his calls.

Anthony, who was standing by the entrance, followed after her. Once they departed, Wendy's tearful expression swiftly shifted to a cold demeanor. Her gaze brimmed with resentment. Now that everything had been revealed, she felt compelled to seize this opportunity for a miscarriage. Otherwise, it would be too late. Wendy remembered that she was allergic to peanuts. She quickly took out the peanuts she had prepared and started stuffing herself with them.

someone interrupts "Sorry to interrupt but I'll answer that" wendy is her name, she's the president of almost all the clubs in school, and also one of the smartness person the whole school she's a total nerd and she's definitely not friendly "Vending machines? What are you trying to imply Frankie that everyone has money to buy over priced snacks that aren't even healthy?, let me tell you all this, vote for me and I will make sure to go directly to the principal and I'll help him select a better cook, and help with our school feeding budget and its a win win for everyone" soon everyone begins to clap and chorus for Wendy, and Frankie definitely wasn't happy

And during that period I got to go to one of Wendy's gangbangs and watch my two favorite ladies take on fourteen guys. When the two of them get together I never know what is going to happen. Take the night of my bachelor party. While several friends threw me a party that included an inept stripper who gave me the worlds worst lap dance and a couple of luke warm porno tapes, Wendy and mom were having a party of their own. It was thrown at my bosses house and Wendy and mom (the boss didn't know she was my mom) took on twenty-one men - the boss, three VPs and every important client that the company had were on hand to give Wendy her send off. The boss said he was sorry to be losing her now that

This bar was neutral territory, a place where werewolves from different packs could drink without starting wars. When Wendy Taylor walked through the door, I almost didn't recognize her. She looked nothing like the proud, perfectly composed girl I knew. Her hair was messy, her makeup smudged, her eyes red and swollen. She'd been crying. I leaned back in my booth, a slow smile spreading across my face. Wendy stumbled to the bar and ordered a drink. Then another. And another. This was perfect. I'd always wanted Wendy. She was beautiful, powerful, from a good family. But she was too proud, too convinced that only Damon was good enough for her. She'd never even looked at me twice, despite my att

NATHANIEL'S POV March 10th, 2026 The private airstrip was bathed in the harsh blue glow of the runway lights, but all I could see was her. Wendy stepped out of the car I'd sent for her, and for a second, my heart actually stuttered against my ribs. She was wearing a tight, charcoal-grey knit sweater dress that clung to every delicious curve I'd spent years ignoring. It hit her mid-thigh, showing off the black silk stockings and the Saint Laurent pumps I'd bought her. She looked like a goddamn dream—half-nerdy researcher, half-filthy secretary.

“Do you like any of them? I can buy it for you.” That took Wendy aback. Then, she raised an eyebrow. “As a reward for me standing up for you?” “If you consider this standing up for me, so be it,” I said, feeling a little speechless. Wendy laughed, and it made her look much more alive. Honestly, she was only twenty-eight years old, but her achievements often made people forget about her age. “This one, then.” She pointed at a pair of pearl earrings next to the ruby ring.