Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

He had a look of serious annoyance on his face. "Wendy said she's sick, so she can't do whatever it is she was supposed to do." Cassie grinned perversely. Randy flipped her the bird and grumbled. Wendy was the prostitute that Randy used, from time to time, as the honeypot to bait a philandering husband. Normally, Wendy was a dynamite act that only the most devoted men could resist, but today she looked like death. Cassie was pretty sure she had the plague.

“He’s been around, but he wasn’t here when Wendy live-streamed classified files. Or when she stole one of your test batches and blew up half the lab.” Translation: clueless rookie. “Oh.” Wayne’s tone was flat. “Her name’s Wendy Luther. You’ve heard it. There are no sweethearts here. If I had to compare her, she’s like one of those ugly, destructive zombies from Plants vs. Zombies. If you’re stupid enough to take her home—forget it. Don’t ruin your life. Leave. Now.” The soldier froze. Then bolted. “Professor Wayne, you’re a saint! I’ll love you forever! I’m gone!”

her eyes narrowed at my words, and she sat up. “What do you mean by that? Nothing has ended between us. You seriously can't pick that… ex-convict over me,” she snapped, and I felt anger rising swiftly in me. “You will speak about my wife with the respect she deserves!” I snapped back at her. How dare Wendy call Charlotte an ex-convict? What did she know about anything?

Wendy was on the morning shift today and she flashed a sunny smile at me as we approached. “Alex! Fancy seeing you in here so soon.” “Couldn't stay away for too long. Or at all.” I replied, smiling back. Wendy and I weren't close and rarely said more than customary greetings to each other so I knew she was being extra friendly to find out about the hot guy that came in for me the other day. “Who's your friend?” She asked, eyeing Ryan hungrily. “This is Ryan. Ryan, Wendy.” “I always say redheads are the best people to meet on earth. Always so friendly.” Ryan said, shaking her hand gently.

Wendy with an evil look told Rashey whose eyes lit up instantly. Some people are hard to understand. Wendy took a married man from his wife. Leaving two babies without any one financing them. Isn't that hurting another woman. And if she is to help Rashey get Malik back. Isn't that hurting another woman with three babies and even see at the moment. Who knows the cause of her sickness. Stupid and selfish Wendy playing a good Samaritan job.

“If your so-called party was so low-level, don’t use the company’s name. It’s shameful…” “CEO, I won’t do it again…” Those who were initially watching fun and who were just talking big arrogantly, all their expressions were frozen instantly at this moment and enormous fear surged within their hearts. Although they were a bit far apart, they could not hear what they said. Nonetheless, they could see Wendy’s attitude in front of Harvey! Wendy Sorrell! That was Wendy Sorrell of York Enterprise, but she was humbling herself in front of Harvey! This person ruined Wendy’s party but not only did Wendy not care, but she also seemed to be apologizing to him.

Wendy asked with a sly smile, leaving me puzzled. "What do you mean by 'doing something remarkable at the bar'?" I inquired with a tone of innocence and curiosity. "Um, something like stripping in front of Grantt?" Wendy added, giggling. "Oh, I'm sorry. What am I thinking? It's not true, is it? Of course, you're a decent and respected woman." Her voice sounded perfectly casual, but I could sense the subtle insult. I clenched my fists and briefly looked up to calm myself. What on earth was she talking about? Stripping in front of whom? Did she really think I'm that kind of person?

“A wannabe influencer trying to ride on the fame of a real Riley heiress. Seriously, how stupid and shameless can you be?” “To Wendy’s little brain-dead fans—your queen isn’t even fit to shine Charlotte’s shoes.” “Wow. Can’t believe I’m seeing this with people I actually know. Smearing a Riley heiress as a homewrecker? Unreal. I went to college with Charlotte. She’s rejected more handsome men than you’ve had hot dinners. The rumors are absolute garbage.” In an instant, the tide of public opinion flipped. Wendy scrolled through post after post, her expression twisted with rage.

After Wendy transferred the funds, she snapped, "Don't come back!" "Afraid I'll expose your true colors?" the maid taunted, putting her phone away. Wendy's face reddened with rage. "Don't worry, I'm busy," the maid said, and left. Once alone, Wendy couldn't help but laugh in anger. When had she ever suffered that kind of treatment? She couldn't believe she got played by a maid! It's so infuriating!!! The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. But when she saw the drunk Stanley on the couch, her anger began to dissipate. She had only lost a few hundred dollars, but she could get back at the maid – and regain her money – thousands of times over.

Wendy was singing, her voice as terrible as a pig being slaughtered, and Benjamin nearly choked on his drink. "Damn! That’s terrible!" Others might get paid to sing, but this fat lady’s voice could kill! Sebastian also grimaced, but luckily, Wendy stopped singing after a while, taking a break and eating some snacks. Caitlin sent a message, then turned to Wendy and said, "Don’t worry, the male models are coming soon!" "Great, I want the male models to feed me drinks! Hehehe!" Wendy had completely let go of any shame. Despite being heavyset and having no man to love her, she still wanted to live as a carefree, fun-loving "piggy girl"!