Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

The years she'd spent abroad treating it must've been so difficult for her, but at least there still had been hope then. But when she returned, I'd extinguished all of that hope little by little. I slapped myself hard. All the horrible things I had done before were now stabbing me in my heart. I pounded my head again and again. Wendy had had late-stage liver cancer and needed money, but I'd called her a greedy gold digger. She must have given up on me. When she asked for a divorce, I'd forced her to chug tons of alcohol. Sasha was right—I was a total scumbag for making a cancer patient drink.

“H-how can you treat us like this?! Wendy! Are you seriously allowing him to do this?!” “It’s because we’re poor, isn’t it?!” “Just because you’re rich, it doesn’t mean you can-” The voices came to the halt the second the door was slammed shut… and just like that, peace returned to the villa. Naturally, Wendy was left troubled by all this… and as expected, she eventually muttered, “…While it’s true that they went a bit overboard, wasn’t that a bit too rude…? They’ll probably spread rumors across the entire village soon, you know…?”

Wendy screamed after seeing the gift sent to them by the Rossie family. It consisted of the faces of the people she had killed—not just one, but several. She had killed a crazy lady back in America while she was acting like a psycho. She reached for an expensive bottle of wine and nearly smashed the wax figures. They looked so real. "What's wrong?" Victor asked as he approached her. He stared at the unfamiliar people depicted in wax, wearing clothes that looked as if they were meant for that day. "Hannah!" he called, grabbing the bottle from her.

Wendy's eyes reddened at once. In a wounded voice, she said, "Nancy, I know you hate me, but you can't accuse me like that. My birthday's coming up, and I just wanted to do something nice. If this upsets you, then I won't do it. Everyone can pay their own tuition." The moment she said that, everyone instantly exploded. Some people hurled books at me while others shoved me until I hit the floor. "Nancy Garcia! You carry that fake bag that's worth ten dollars every day, and you really think you're some rich heiress?! If you don't want her money, fine. But why are you stopping Wendy from paying for us?! How can you be this vicious?"

“Don’t look.” ​“Is she dead?” Cecilia wailed, clutching my shirt. “Did the bad men get her? ​“No,” I said, my voice turning to steel. “Not bad men. A coward.” ​Riel limped closer, his face ashen as he looked down at Wendy’s body. He looked sick. He put a hand over his mouth, swaying slightly. ​“Goddess,” he breathed. “Who could do this? She was… she was so kind and sweet.

In a place like the prison which was filled with manly men, he would totally stand out. Wendy laughed gleefully. "That would be for the best! Fucking piece of shit! He's already at the end of the road, and he's still trying to fucking manipulate me—using me to raise his kid and take revenge on his behalf! He really thinks I'm stupid or some shit!" Kevan glanced at her through the rearview mirror silently. When he saw how happy she was, he suddenly felt that Wendy and Larissa were quite similar to each other on a certain level. When it came to men they did not love anymore, they were both equally cruel and ruthless.

I had zoned out for a sec and Wendy took advantage of the moment and switched our places. I laid under her as she drew pathetic patterns on my neck and chest with her long nails in frustration. "You bloody whore, how could you hurt your best friend for a slut like her? I will kill you today, Zander Brown." And there she hurt my ego by not just calling me a whore but addressing Reyne as a slut for the second time. "I will so make you regret your language." she laughed and we both twisted and turned on the floor switching places.

I looked around and all the people in the restaurant were watching us. See why I call her Whiny Wendy? "You know, I always told you that you were either cursed or a witch, but you never believed me. There is absolutely no way you're normal. Every one that comes in contact with you always ends up with bad luck." She raised her voice, to make sure everyone in the restaurant could hear her.

The leader of the thugs, a guy with his hair dyed in freakish red color taunted to Wendel with an amused look. "I want you to apologize, or I'll beat the shit out of you!" Wendel warned, and determined to flaunt his bravery in front of Kaye. "Ha ha ha! This is so funny it almost choked me guys! Do you really think a few lame students like you could be the shit out of us? What makes you think will be taken in your words? Just because you out numbered as?" "Ha ha ha!" The group of thugs spit coldly in response to Wendel's threat.

As I strained to hear what they were doing, I almost shrieked when I saw an eye peeking at me through a small crack next to the stall door. There was more whispering before the stall door was kicked in. It flew against the side of the stall, missing my knees by less than an inch. “Come out of there, imposter,” the redhead demanded. “Or are you a coward too?” I shook my head and tried to close the stall door. “Pah …please lah …leave me alone.” “Nah …no way,” the redhead declared. I suddenly remembered her name was Wendy. “We don’t put up with losers like you who steal other people’s lives. I bet you're not even an Alpha.”