Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

"Yeah, but honestly? I think Carter's patience is wearing thin. When Nate's little gang of scumbags got into trouble, Carter didn't lift a finger to help. In fact, he went out of his way to distance himself from them." She grinned, satisfied. "Serves them right. God, I've hated those disgusting creeps for years." Wendy had been at Theo's birthday banquet too. She hadn't seen the exact moment when those jerks tripped Sharon, but she had witnessed them harassing the young waitresses—leering, cracking vulgar jokes. They were absolutely vile. Thank God Sharon hadn't swallowed the humiliation. Quietly gathering evidence behind the scenes, she made sure to pay them back, every last bit. If not, th

"This scumbag's behavior is getting worse with age. Poor Wendy. Her reputation was almost being destroyed by this bastard. She nearly lost her job. How could someone so disgusting exist?" "Doesn't that old bastard have a son? He has so much debt. Why didn't he seek help from his son instead? Why did he look for his daughter? By the way, human traffickers deserve to go to hell." "These old, rotten bastards are always idiots. It was fortunate that Mr. Johnson from the MRC Group believed Wendy. Or else her reputation would be ruined for the rest of her life! She would still be condemned even if someone spoke for her!"

"Wendy Sanders, I've already canceled our wedding! How could you seize resources from a cooperating company? Do you have no shame?" Wendy was not wearing her usual professional suit and was instead in a red dress. She remarked casually, "In the business world, everyone relies on their own ability. I beat you fair and square. Don’t blame me for your incompetence! Instead of yelling at me, shouldn't you spend time with that old man? Without the immunity injection, he might not make it to next week…"

"Now that she was able to overpower you, after she was able to turn this around and use it to her advantage, you are finally calling me, crawling, and begging me to help you out, huh?" Wendy rolled her eyes as she checked on her magenta-colored nails; they were sharp enough to help her crawl up the walls if she tried really hard. "I can’t forget the moment that you threw me away and forgot about me just because you were fooled by that woman. You are never this dumb! Are you that poor? You are desperate enough to risk it even when you know that there is a big chance of her bluffing? You trusted that bitch over me?"

"Sorry about that. She's just messing around. We didn't mean to waste your time." At this, Wendy couldn't hide her irritation and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Where did you guys crawl out from? You can't afford a villa but still act like big shots? What a joke." Mindy was taken aback, and Lionel's expression darkened. But knowing they were in the wrong, they just kept apologizing. Seeing their reaction, Wendy became even more aggressive. "You think you can buy a villa? You probably can't even afford a bathroom in one of the high-rises! The nerve of people like you guys…gosh. Merry Christmas, huh? What a way to ruin it!"

"Wendy must take up responsibility for her behavior. She cannot stay, lest she hurts the company more!" Rochelle couldn't hold back her greed anymore. "Wendy is a slut who schemed and plotted her way into a marriage by sleeping with Mr. Grayson! She's a barren bitch who goes after a pregnant employee because she's jealous! And now look what happened to the share prices!" She persuaded, "Please, cast your votes now! The company does not need useless maggots like her! Unseat her!" "A scheming, plotting bitch who slept with Mr. Grayson?" I rephrased it quietly, then I added, "I don't think you should call yourself a bitch, Ms. Wood."

I say with an empathetic gesture, I know in my heart that she is right but I can’t openly admit that, the risk is too grand. “You are sorry I feel this way? Are you telling me that you don’t think that what the Righteous Regime does to us is screwed up?” “I…” the words turn to rocks in my mouth, I don’t dare to say what I really think. “Eels! Traitors!” Wendy starts yelling frenetically behind our backs. “Eels! Eels!”

' "Thanks for your time, I'll just take your advice and go home." I walked off and pulled the hood back over my head, not interested in hearing what the woman had to say. I was thinking too much about the fact that Wendy lied about where she came from. Now I'm thinking she lied about all of her achievements too. 'Who are you Wendy Blackhood and what are your intentions?' When I retraced my steps so I didn't get lost, I ran into now other than Jake the snake. I made a beeline from his direction to the food truck to get a hotdog and another smoothie.

And anyone who encouraged someone else to drown in their misery was definitely not a friend, but a snake. ... Wendy had refused to leave the house, and had told Natalia that she was being irrational, and should have waited until she could think straight to start taking decisions. Natalia had threatened to call Noah on Wendy too, but Wendy only blew a raspberry in her face and called her an entitled bitch. “I never really liked you anyway. I have been waiting to say that to your face for so long.” Wendy said with an eye roll before going out of the house and raising her hands high.

Lillian pushed aside her troubling thoughts as she sauntered into the cell, where Wendy was confined alongside another inmate, Paula. Paula was a robust woman with a reputation for being a bully, making her a persistent nightmare for Wendy. Despite their age difference, Paula relentlessly tormented her. Convicted of murder, Paula's mental instability and anger issues made her a formidable presence, forcing Wendy to navigate their interactions with great caution. At times, Paula could be amiable, but more often than not, she exhibited erratic behavior. Other inmates steered clear of her, fearing her unpredictable wrath. This was the unfortunate cellmate Wendy had found herself paired with, an