Wendy Wonka の小説・ストーリー

"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!"

Daniel POV The moment Wendy walked in and Vanessa left, the atmosphere changed. Wendy's smile faltered, and her golden eyes narrowed. She was dressed too well. Perhaps overdressed even. Her hair rested on her shoulders in waves, brunette in color. and her makeup was flawless. She was also putting on a designer gown. This was all too much for just a visit to my penthouse. What’s the catch? Wendy Hawthorne was certainly a handful. The mask she wore wasn’t enough to conceal the slight trembling of her fingers, or the way her eyes roamed about, like she was searching for something,— power, affirmation, control.

Queenie concluded her tale with a smirk before crossing her legs, giving everyone a full view of her white ‘underwear’ through a hole at the bottom of her catsuit pants. “Shall we start with trivia? Some of these answers cannot be found on the website or the internet. I hope you’re ready because I’m thrilled to know what everyone thinks about Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation. Let’s find out how much you know about them. An easy question that everyone should get correct. Mods, get the poll ready. What is the full name of Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation’s CEO? You have one minute to choose your answer.”

My baby’s well-being arrived first. Drifting from the kitchen, moving outward was just the aroma of such freshly cooked food which mixed with vanilla from off of the candle on the coffee table. Mrs. Jane, my cook, had been busy for roughly an hour since she would prepare dinner. She was simply just a kind-hearted woman in her fifties and she did have such a warm smile. She had in her a gift that no one could equal for the making of great food.

Maybe after this one her mother-in-law would get tired arranging anything for her. When she came back to the dining area, the men are still drinking their coffee. She announced that she confirmed the Friday date. “Hun, I need to trouble you with Jack on Friday. I can send him off to your place then I can pick him up after my business” Mark looked at her and nodded. “Sure, no problem, glad to help” he said without expression. He stood up and took something from the fridge. When Amanda saw the cake box, her eyes glowed and immediately took the box from Mark’s hand. John furrowed his brows at the sight and saw how excited Amanda was. She really loved her dark chocolates.

Wendy tried to convince herself of this. Suddenly snapping to reality, Wendy dashed to the other side of the room and grabbed her coat and purse from the table. Elsa watched in confusion. "What are you doing?" Wendy ignored her, applying lipstick and brushing her hair before striding toward the door in silence. "Where are you going? Please, answer me!" Elsa pleaded, but Wendy only responded with a slammed door. Elsa let out a weary sigh, shaking her head pathetically. *** A few minutes later, Wendy arrived at Owen's mansion. Her nerves unraveled as she faced the imposing door.

"Plus, you know how you never used that word over here. Girl, it's going down in history book." "People change, kylie." I rolled my eyes. "Friends, kylie, how do I make friends? I think I've been cursed with the no friends syndrome from the wicked witch of the west. It's really bad. I'm scared that the moment I get to talk to someone, mum would just decide on a sunny day and ask me to pack bags, cause we're leaving." I lamented, recalling how hard it has been, making friends, that's why I only had kylie.

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

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.