Rupaul Quotes Novels & Stories

she prodded once again, her voice dripping with faux innocence. Summoning a semblance of patience, I offered a sassy smile and replied, "Oh, Rihanna, you're truly relentless, aren't you? It's almost admirable how you manage to transform every casual conversation into a bar-centric inquisition. But I'm afraid today's chapter of 'The Bar Chronicles' is under strict embargo. You'll just have to wait for the memoirs."

“Rafael said that that was the most impactful thing that I’d ever done but removing the gender pay gap is still my first love.” “That being said, Pelly, I hope you can see that you’ve proven to be more capable than many rulers that once ruled this empire.” “I do try to live up to the giants who’ve once sat where I now sit, but sometimes, I just feel like I still…lack something.”

I refuse to make a fool of myself in front of Raul and I strangle the voice telling me that appearances don’t matter when those we love are in pain. I’ll find a way to make this up to Bria. Right now I need to save face. “Well, I’ve clearly reached a new personal best in saying the wrong thing,” I say ruefully when my gaze moves from the door back to Raul. His only response is a neutral expression. “I guess I won’t be winning any Mate of the Year awards today, so I’ll start working on that speech another day,” I try again. He nods blankly and doesn’t even crack a smile.

YARA’S POV “Do you love me?“ I said suddenly to Raphael. He was sitting at the other side of the room with his MacBook on the table. He had his glasses on as he read through the words on his laptop screen. He always complains about how stressful lecturing is sometimes but when I ask him to quit since he really doesn’t need the job to maintain his wealthy lifestyle, since he had a truckload of cash from his previous life as a mafia king, he refuses. He says something about there being dignity in labor. “Have you ever loved me?” I asked again as I played with the knife on the table, it has an interesting intricate design. I need a Raphael to answer my question, I need to get what that jerk Des

If Moon doesn’t fall at my feet and worship me, I’ll shoot him. Lupe claps with glee. “You are beautiful.” “You’ve worked miracles.” She repeats, “You. Are. Beautiful!”

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.

I didn't want him asking me questions that I wouldn't be able to answer. "That's fine but we would be having a match soon and I'd love you to be a part of it so I can beat your ass," He said with excitement. "I guess you've never been whooped by a lady, I'll be the first to," I said as we got into Luciano's room only to hear him clear his throat. "Good evening sir," I greeted. "Who do you want to whoop?" He asked. "She said that she's good at soccer and said that she would beat me," Raul explained.

Today’s double offense—first my cutting retort about his bias, now this direct questioning of his artistic credentials—transforms his wrinkled face into a dark thundercloud. Luciano scowls heavily at me. “Rapha, since your rogue tongue claims my mind lacks true understanding of the brush, you must consider your own claws quite the virtuoso. Why not enlighten millions of watching viewers with your own critique of Spring Goddess? Let’s witness your supposed rogue expertise!”

he yelled in anger. ****** "And all of a sudden, he ràped you? How are we sure you didn't want it?" Okay, this dude has past the line. "Don't ever in your life say that to me, you don't know what I've gone through in my life, everytime I reveal, I always try to kill myself, is that what sèx does to you? Thrusting a stick deep into a person's anal, is that sèx? Downing someone's head into a bucket a then anally ràping them? Is that sèx? Forcing a penis down your throat for you to keep gagging, is that sèx? Bleeding àñûs for a few days, Is that where sèx gets you? Sir, with all do respect, when someone says they have been ràped, do not ask that question" I said.

"They can’t say all these things about me and my family and expect me to stay quiet. Even if I have to grant an interview, I’ll do it. I’ll tell my side of the story. I won’t let them paint me as the black sheep." "You’re not doing that," Raphael growled from across the room, the anger in his voice vibrating against the walls.