Chapter 13 (Wendell)
wendell, get out of our house! todd, we will discuss your punishment in the morning." that's when todd snaps. "no!" he gets off the bed. he somehow managed to get his underwear back on. "you're not kicking wendell out!
Chapter Twenty (Wendell)
"wendell. it's angie." "angie, what's up?" "it's tom and dexter." "what about them?" "they're gone." the world stops for a minute.
Chapter 5 (Jo)
"wendell called the school," riley explains, "dallas told him it was an accident. i was meant to get a 6th grade screener and will have to make it up soon." he sits down on the bed keeping his serious face.
losing hope ch.6
,'' he asks ''hey, cus i just wanted to know if wendell was there?,'' i ask ''#1, i'm not your cus and #2 yes he's here,'' todd says i hear call for wendell, wendell then picks up the phone ''hello,?''
Wendel and the Toy Closet: Part 1
#1 of wendel and the toy closet wendel "wren" wilder. a red fox and lynx hybrid. this is his introduction. he is my rp and story character and secondary fursona. he loves to play with himself, toys, and others. this is his first time showing off.
losing hope/first steps ch.10 (Todd/Conner)
," i ask "why should y-," wendell askes, before smacking me again, "wendell,...
Chapter Eight (Wendell)
"hello there, wendell." the tiger says with a thick southern accent. hold on... southern accent? i point at him, stuck in awe. "dexter?"
Bacon Bits: I Couldn't Even if I Fried
wendell's ear blushed. bent over as she rifled around, her large ass was barely peeking from beneath her shirt.
Texas (Wendell)
"Crap!" I say as I realize something. "What is it?" Todd asks. "Our phones! We left them behind in the wreckage!" "It's ok." "No it isn't." "Yes it is." Todd reaches in his pocket and he pulls out our phones. How the hell did he do that?...
SYBT: Internal Restructuring
She did not hate the woman who bared her name but still felt rage at her and wendell.
Aftermath
"wendell. that beautiful young serval cat who came to me for help, who came to love me, and who i came to love. you fought against those who tried to tear us apart.
Wendell's 'Chicken Dinner' [Trade]
wendell huffed as his hands held over his gut. a crunch bellowed out, the blue bird’s legs started to snap inward toward his chest. those walls were like a compactor, squeezing tighter and tighter.