Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

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.

Riley continued, her words dripping with disdain, "and now she's with the professor? That's shameless. She should've considered your feelings first, knowing how much you love the man." As Riley's words sank in, a fire ignited within me. Wendy may have betrayed me, but I wouldn't let her get away with it. Not without a fight. I'll show her that she's nothing without me. She's the reason the professor doesn't give me face. I let out a frustrated groan and buried my face in the pillow, feeling the weight of betrayal pressing down on me. Riley's words echoed in my mind, stirring up a mix of resentment and resignation. She was right, damn it, and it stung to admit it. Wendy had crossed a line, a

"I won't, Mary." Wandy quickly responded with a rattled voice. Wanda had a seriously ill mother. They were immigrants from Mexico. Therefore work was very rare. Wandy did not want to be fired from this job because the monthly salary was just enough to make ends meet. It was good money working here but because Wandy had a lot of response for her mother, the rent, the food and bills. She was sure to keep secrets for Wandy. The woman was a witch and evil but she had a connection to the big boss as the rumor said. "Very well. If Stella called to see you, then confirmed as I told you. If you caused me into trouble. You can prepare to lose your job ... go away now! "

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 bit out in annoyance. Wendy nodded, a mirthless laugh escaping her lips. "Yeah, I guess. After the incident, I returned to my family but they refused to accept me back. They rejected me for the third time. They said they didn't want anything to do with me. My friend, Elsa, got tired of my shit, and she also bailed on me. She left the country a few days later, leaving me all by myself with no money, no dignity, and no reputation. Everywhere I went, they made fun of me and called me the 'deranged bride', 'the rejected and dejected bride." She said, her face expressionless. Lillian shook her head pathetically, feeling a wave of sympathy for Wendy. "Oh my goodness, Wendy. That's awful, I

I had confided in her months ago about what had happened that night that Wendy attacked me. She had said the moment that Wendy moved in that she would not last. That she had known that woman all her life and that she was the desperate type. Not only that, she told me straight up that Wendy hated me so much because she was jealous. Jealous of how beautiful I was, her words not mine, and jealous that I already had Phil wrapped around my finger.

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

Wendy said, turning her swollen face toward the police. Wendy had sensitive skin; even slight pressure could quickly cause redness and swelling. She had been covering her face to subtly create "evidence." Seeing is believing. The police first listened to Wendy's account. Carter contradicted every statement she made. Wendy said, "It's true that you've been harassing my friend, isn’t it?" "I just sent her gifts a few times. How is that harassment?" Carter replied, lacking any hint of guilt, as if casually giving gifts to girls was completely normal.

Anthony, who was standing by the entrance, followed after her. Once they departed, Wendy's tearful expression swiftly shifted to a cold demeanor. Her gaze brimmed with resentment. Now that everything had been revealed, she felt compelled to seize this opportunity for a miscarriage. Otherwise, it would be too late. Wendy remembered that she was allergic to peanuts. She quickly took out the peanuts she had prepared and started stuffing herself with them.