Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

Everything Melody did was wrong whenever Wendy was around. "How can I not hate you?" Wendy retorted. "I would be a well-known celebrity now if it weren't for you, and not locked up in a police station like a street rat! It's because of you that I ended up in this situation, and you dare to come here dressed all glamorous, and ask if I really hate you? "Yes, I do hate you! And very, very much at that! I wish I could tear off your skin and drink your blood. I want the whole world to know what a despicable person you are!" screamed Wendy hysterically.

"She's something. Normal people can't do anything to her." Celia didn't want to provoke Grace. If Benjamin found out, she might not be able to stay in Pamore any longer. Yet Wendy was itching for revenge. She said, "If it hadn't been for her, I wouldn't have lost my job. Now I'm jobless, hanging out in bars every day. Don't you think she's detestable?" Celia nodded in agreement, but she didn't say much. She knew she couldn't get involved in Wendy's feud with Grace.

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?"

She stood there as if all the energy had been drained from her body. I walked up to Wendy and asked her, "If I remember correctly, I think I've never mistreated you in any way. Why did you do this?" Wendy lifted her head, her once-pretty face twisted by jealousy and hatred. "Why? You actually have the nerve to ask me that?" Her voice was shrill, tinged with madness. "Because I just couldn't stand that superior look of yours. Why? Why were you born with a silver spoon? Why do you get to have a happy family, loving parents, and no worries about food or clothing? As for me? I had a gambling addict for a father. All he ever did was abuse me and my mom! I also fought desperately to get into unive

All I wanted to do now was get everything settled here in Rockshire so that I could leave in peace. My silence led to Harvey asking hesitantly, "Wendy, is Nate upset? After all, you two are about to get married, but…" Hearing that, Wendy immediately frowned and reprimanded me in displeasure. "What's with that attitude? Harvey is sincere about wanting to thank us! It's just a meal. It's not like anyone's going to poison you. You're going. A grown man like you shouldn't be engaging in such petty jealousy." I hadn't even said a word, but Wendy was already making me the bad guy. In the end, she succeeded in dragging me out.

The coldness in his voice made even me shiver. “Vanessa!” Winston barked through gritted teeth. “If you don’t salvage this moment, then you are fired.” Vanessa quickly turned toward me. “I’m sorry.” I folded my arms and looked around. “Were you talking to me? Because I can’t hear my name.” Her jaw tightened, then she spoke louder. “I said… I’m sorry, Ava!” I nodded thoughtfully before turning to Mr. Vindell. “Mr. Vincent… blacklist the restaurant for assault, discrimination, and unprofessional conduct. Michael, take a picture of me right now and send it to him.”

And you're telling me he'd show up at a small birthday party for the Carter family? His laughter grew even louder. "Not only that, he'd hide behind a mask? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard." Wendy immediately chimed in, her voice sharp with ridicule. "Exactly! Some nobody thinks he can walk in here and impersonate Edward Blackwell?" She sneered. "Do you have any idea who you're impersonating? "I think you've become so obsessed with rubbing shoulders with powerful people that you've lost your mind. ‘”First you come here trying to stir up trouble for the Carter family, and now you're pretending to be Edward Blackwell? You clearly have a death wish."

she demanded, her voice losing its sugary sweetness. I wiped my face, the agony in my arm mild compared to the weight crushing upon my chest. My body tensed at the mention of Vanessa’s name. I didn’t respond. Then Wendy’s expression turned predatory. “Who is she, really? She’s everywhere now. A fashion designer? Some kind of businesswoman? Is she your new plaything?” My jaw clenched in anger. “Wendy, She’s none of your concern.” She smirked, leaning against the counter.

"When it was life or death, his first instinct was to save me. You? You're nothing but a cheap little plaything he can toss aside whenever he wants." I felt nothing. I picked up a clean strip of gauze, pressed it against my bleeding wound, and asked her, perfectly calm: "You're an Alpha's daughter. You faced one beast and collapsed. Couldn't even run." My voice was flat. "If I were you, I'd be ashamed." Wendy's face twisted with rage. "You filthy, lowborn slave — how dare you talk to me like that?" she hissed, her voice a furious whisper. Her eyes landed on the kettle sitting on the table — just boiled, still sending up curls of steam.

‘Even if she’s a model, she’s already way better than Nicole! Wendy’s face stiffened when she heard this and quickly said, “How could your brother fancy a model? Models have a very messy private life and are basically escorts who drink and sleep with whoever that can pay them…” The people upstairs heard this and looked at each other with a smile. Yvette sneered and raised her voice. “If you look down on us, then don’t come. Who invited you anyway?” Ingrid stopped in her tracks and did not expect that others would overhear their conversation, then cast a reproachful glance at Wendy.