Wendy Wonka 소설 & 이야기

If Rhychard had the time, he would have thought her reaction funny, but time wasn't on his side. "Trust me, there's nothing cute about that ol' codger," Drimzie said as he slid out from under the back door and into the room followed closely by Pyke and Fist. "More gnomes!" Wanda exclaimed, her voice a shrill of merriment. "Oh, my. This is wonderful. I have plenty of cookies." "Now we're talking," Pyke said, rubbing his tiny hands together, already smacking his lips. Tansy popped an eyebrow up as she stared at the collection of gnomes. "Your life gets more and more interesting every time we meet."

Snow jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Wendy was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey Hun," Wendy said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty. Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Wendy in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?"

she added. "But, how did you know, Wendy, that we were having the vampires meeting?" I asked. She narrowed her eyes at the question, maybe suspecting that I was suspecting her. "Simple calculations, Zoey. I don't think you know that, you learn numbers in elementary school." "If you guys are done arguing, I'm not," Zita said and vanished away. I looked at Wendy, and she was grinning at me. "Elementary school," she repeated, teasing me before sauntering off.

Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse. “That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!” The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement. Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her cheeks. She was beautiful in a bold, fearless way. She clutched her pom-poms to her chest, eyes shining.

“One thousand dollars in my account? I pay for entire buildings with that in a day!” The receptionist’s smirk widened slightly, and the assistant tried to cover his laughter by clearing his throat. “Are you laughing at me?” I demanded, my hands trembling slightly with rage. “No, ma’am,” they both said at the same time, but I didn’t believe a word of it. “I am Vindel Holt!” I said, slamming my hand down on the counter. “My grandfather is the founder of Agro One Apex, the largest agricultural empire in the world! Do you understand? You think I can’t pay? You think I—”

' "Thanks for your time, I'll just take your advice and go home." I walked off and pulled the hood back over my head, not interested in hearing what the woman had to say. I was thinking too much about the fact that Wendy lied about where she came from. Now I'm thinking she lied about all of her achievements too. 'Who are you Wendy Blackhood and what are your intentions?' When I retraced my steps so I didn't get lost, I ran into now other than Jake the snake. I made a beeline from his direction to the food truck to get a hotdog and another smoothie.

"The only one we could get was... this intern." His voice faded to almost nothing. I rubbed my temples. So the "tyrant boss" reputation was officially cemented. "Don't tell me you doubt my abilities, Grant." The woman across from me raised an eyebrow. It was Wendy Vance—heiress to the Vance family. The same chubby little girl who used to trail after me as a kid. "I had no idea you'd grown into someone this capable, Wendy." She let out a playful huff—almost like a pout.

Wendy's dream went on for quite a while. In her dream, she saw a little girl about Aster's age. The girl wore a beautiful floral dress and had short, silky, chestnut-colored hair. The girl gazed at her with big eyes and called her "Mommy" sweetly. Wendy was really happy. She hurried over, wanting to hug and kiss the little girl. But just before she could touch the girl, the girl vanished, as if she had never been there before. Wendy went mad. She spun around to find the girl. The surroundings were vast.

Luke's POV After Wendy died, it felt like my heart had been ripped out. I hated myself for not noticing what had been wrong with her back then. I had loathed her for abandoning me, and now, I resented her for leaving me just like that. She didn't even leave me anything to remember her by. The only thing left of our home were the walls. But after quite some effort, I finally found the renovators. I spent a huge sum to buy back all the furniture and have repairs done. I even had the same people come back to redo the walls and floors.

Veronica sighs and grabs the bag. I thought she would throw it out but instead put it deep in the freezer. I give her a questionable look. “Oh, Wendy loves ice cream. I’m quite surprised she didn’t buy gallons. She buys them every month to cry about certain things. Mostly movies. Cries in laughter, of course.” I nod before looking away. Gosh, she’s beyond concerning. I wouldn’t be surprised if she killed someone. She probably scared them to death. Possibly from her driving. Anyone can die from that.