Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

I retorted, "Because you're all bitches and scumbags. But you use true love as an excuse for cheating." Wendy's face became twisted for an instant, but quickly returned to normal. She then walked up to me calmly. Her voice was full of hate. "I want to see how you look after you lose everything bit by bit. You have no idea how I was trembling with excitement when I saw you begging Frank not to go. The pitiful look on your face is truly addictive!"

Now hesitation betrayed her, further enraging the man. Mr. Dudley’s face reddened. “You know what Debbie, we have enough trained servers. Put her on cleanup and runner duty. Give her the black uniform. She’s fit for that.” Debbie’s voice quivered, fear laced in every word. “Y‑yes, sir. That might be better.” But Dudley sneered, his cruelty unchecked. “Debbie, this pig is so dark people won’t even see her. Such an ugly duckling.” Jenny’s teeth clenched, her voice low but firm. “Sir, please… don’t pass such racist comments.”

“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…?”

“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.

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.”

"Serve the rice. I called the servants away. Do you want me to serve the rice by myself?" "I'll get you some rice now." Wendy's face turned red. She hurriedly pulled out a chair and stood up to serve the rice in the kitchen. As she filled the rice in the bowl, she grumbled indignantly, "What a mean young master. I don't know who can stand him. He won't be able to find a wife in the future." Wendy let out a snort and suddenly felt an icy-cold chill engulf her. She abruptly turned around and smashed into a wall of flesh.

"No, not incest, but still immoral. You would be having sex with women like I do, possibly a married woman to boot, who is having sex with someone other than her husband. They would blame me for involving you with my circle of 'depraved friends'. They would treat you as they do me. Even when I wasn't a submissive, I was 'sick' for wanting to have sex with women. I'm more depraved now for being a sex slave to a white woman who's married. I let myself be bound and tied. I wear a collar. I'm spanked, paddled and whipped. I lick cunts and suck cocks. I get fucked in the ass. My nipples and cunt are pierced and I wear slave emblems. I'm a pariah to our parents. Associating with me will make you a