Wendy Red Velvet Racist Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She introduced. “Nice to meet you,” She said as she finished off standing and Hayley smiled doing the same still wondering why everything seemed creepy today. Wendy was a bit tall, she was caramel-skinned, with black straight hair and a tattoo on her neck, brown eyes, and brown upper lip with a pink lower lip which was typical to most of African descent. They walked over to the counter dropped the tray and headed into the hallway. Wendy was adamant about keeping her company. Hayley disliked this at first but Wendy seemed cool and slowly appealed to her. “You were pretty active in Chemistry class.” Wendy complimented.

Ryan are finally experiencing the rainbow after the storm, so don’t make things difficult for him again in the future, Wendy. Wendy sent another rolling-eye emoji. When Jane mentioned the rainbow, Silvia remembered the beautiful scenery they saw in the evening and told them about it excitedly. She then sent them a picture of the rainbow that she took. Wendy was indignant. ‘I can’t be your friend anymore because you have given me diabetes! I can’t stand how sweet you guys are!’ Everyone laughed again.

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

The once submissive Wendy, who had clung to him for three years, now seemed to have grown fangs. "Stanley, what's Wendy up to? She's gone to do her nails and hair, and buy clothes. Is she trying to imitate Jessica?" Benny commented. "Jessica is Hovendale's Red Rose. Wendy's just a country bumpkin. No matter how hard she tries, she'll only be a pale imitation." "A swan is a swan. An ugly duckling will always be an ugly duckling." Everyone laughed at Wendy. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the bar. All eyes turned toward the entrance. Someone gasped, "Look—an angel just walked in!"

"As if you can get into a prestigious college! From the way I see it, it'll be good enough if you can get admitted into a regular community college! "Here's a word of advice—you should just give up on fighting with Charlie for the chance to become the Jackmans' future son-in-law. I will never be attracted to someone like you." Just as everyone thought that I'd grovel to Wendy just like I had done in my previous life, I laughed loudly in her face. "You? Look down on me? How hilarious! Just how slow are you, huh? Don't you know how insignificant you actually are to me?" "You little…" Wendy's eyes widened the moment she heard my insult. She was so furious that her face turned as red as a tomato

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a laugh. “Stop that! I'm just trying to make friends,” Zero huffed, rubbing the back of his hand, which Rico slapped. Rico let out a scoff, “You can't, seriously. All the women you wanted to befriend ended up on your bed. Remember?” “Hey,” Wendy, one of the waitresses, approached our table. Her red hair fell flatly down her shoulder. The redhead clearly didn’t like me by the way she looked at me from head to toe; her gaze was sharp and judgy. I raised a brow at her, gesturing for her to say what she needed to say.

I’m literally half Chinese, how can she fucking say all that? “That’s enough, Maddy. It’s not funny,” Amelia warned her, the tone of her voice becoming more serious, and I knew I shouldn’t butt in, but she has been like this ever since we met each other. I don’t know what Maddy’s problem with me is, and I don’t really care, but what I hate is the fact that she’s being racist.