Quotes Sassy Classy Novels & Stories

"Oh my coco, you are so damn crazy I screamed at her , what!! Kylie too was asking me to put on the clothes without a bra of course you must wear that type of clothes without a bra but I mean it when I say my two friends are the craziest girls!!, “Yeah Lizzy, I know am crazy as Coco sat me down and started making me up with some touches of powder, eye brows rubbing me a kind of purple/deep lipstick, Taking a nude heels that came together with the clothes I stood up in the mirror and I screamed, “Am the most beautiful girl in the world” I look so pretty and nobody can ever resist me tonight, looking at the X shape front it’s so classy and sexy, very perfect for dinner especially for rich peop

She sounds like an 80s sex icon. Just. My. Fucking. Luck.

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

Sassy pov It's 7:00pm On a Friday evening I was in my room, feeling delighted as I carefully selected my outfit for the upcoming trip to my new school in North Accra. I was filled with anticipation for the exciting journey ahead and I couldn't help but admire my reflection in the mirror and the feeling of contentment it brought me. Suddenly, I heard my name being called out loud in a pleasant voice, "Sassy!!!" I asked, "Oh, Alexa, is someone calling me?"

She insulted and he let out some breath. "Saucy, I'll make sure to give you a piece of my mind" "You don't look any better, I've checked your social media handles and believe me you look like a witch compared to your pictures and on a scale of 1-10 there’s no 0.2 dummy” I let out and her maids gasped as she stared at me with anger. ''Huh?" "I said you aren't pretty and not my taste, I prefer brunettes who are shy and can control their tongues, not the parrots" He answered with a grin and she threw her shoes at him.

“Cassie, listen up. These women are gonna love you because you’re you. It’s not the apartment, it’s not the money, it’s your charm. You’re the girl who makes everyone laugh, who wins people over with that smile. Josh is crazy about you, and his friends will see what he sees. Stop worrying, okay?” I took a deep breath, feeling some of the weight lift. “You always know what to say, don’t you?” “It’s my superpower,” she winked, laughing, and pulled me to help set out the glasses, simple ones, but we’d tied gold ribbons around them for a touch of flair.

The air was filled with their laughter as they retold splendidly outrageous and laugh inducing anecdotes. Sara launched the story, but with a dash of sweetness in her voice. “Austin presented me with a cup of coffee only for it to trip and spill all over my notes as if I am its clumsy oaf.” Austin interjected, he was doubtlessly sarcastic. “Of course no one could believe that Sara was reliable enough to observe a cup of coffee coming around.” Sara dodged with a smile that would not disappear from her face. “I don’t belittle your lack of intelligence; such is the case with some of the people.”

“As far as my face is concerned it’s okay. My hair? God it just does what it wants most days.” “You’re curvy,” Jackie said. “You got a figure that most women have to go to a plastic surgeon for.” “Ha, are you kidding? My butt is so big you can set a glass on it and it wouldn’t topple over,” Patty said and laughed. “Oh, come on,” Jodi said. “You got ghetto booty.” “What?” Patty asked. “Ghetto booty. The type of ass men love to grab and slap. They love asses like yours,” Jodi said.

A sigh, long enough to attract attention leaves my parted lips. Sage’s fuck-me louboutin hammers against the tiled floor just as she scoots closer to me. “Girl, you look hot.” She showers me praise as she leans in to kiss my cheeks. I give a smile and peck her back, her soft rosy scent whiff my nostrils. “Damn, I bet your daddy you got that…” She exclaims with a hint of sarcasm. Sage will never stop tagging me a daddy’s girl because

As someone who mattered. The pressure was too much. Zara asked, "What if I say something dumb?" "What if I pick up the wrong fork? If someone asks me about wine and I don't know the answer, what should I do? Sophie said, "Then you smile and say, 'I like whiskey better.' "Rich people love that fake folksy stuff. Makes them feel connected to 'real people.'" She made air quotes. "That's cynical." "That's accurate. I've been going to these things since I was six. I know how they work." Sophie stepped back, examining her work. "Perfect. This dress is officially done. You're going to be the most stunning person there."