Rupaul Quotes Novels & Stories

Every single person in the room squinted at Sebastian. “I’m not gay,” Connor said, like he was explaining something to a slow child. “I can vouch for that,” I added. “She wasn’t gay, she just drank too much, like you,” Sebastian snapped. “I’d prefer Dean Martin, then. Or Johnny Cash. Or at least someone with a penis.’ I couldn’t stop myself. “RuPaul?” I suggested impishly. Connor glared at me. “You’re not funny.” “I kind of am, actually,” I said with a grin.

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!”

“Tristan was already expecting that. The next move is his.” “Ooh, intrigue! I love it.” I paused, biting my lip. “So, Raph… Was he impressed? The Tragic King? Did he mention my impeccable performance?” There was a silence on the other end of the line. I could almost hear the circuits in his brain processing how to respond without encouraging my behavior. “He said the work was well executed,” Raphaël conceded, reluctantly. A wide smile spread across my face. “He said that? His exact words? ‘Well executed’? Coming from him, that’s practically a standing ovation!”

"Don't go." Julien ordered. "You think I won't win the award?" Raphaela asked. "You would have won if Director Shaw had not spread those scandalous rumors about you. Now I feel like murdering him all over again." Raphaela glanced at him, dressed in a loose sweat shirt and baggy pants with an apron over them, turning whatever in a pot. "Killing is a hard thing to do but when you do it, it becomes easy to do over and over again."

“Everyone has a villain monologue, darling. Some of us are just more honest about rehearsing it.” Rafael swirls his wine, looking amused. “I’ll confess to nothing, but I will say that preparation is the key to any successful endeavor. Villainy included.” “Moving on.” Rayana draws another card. “‘I killed my first man at fifteen.’”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” He crinkled his nose as if making faces of unbelief, and rested beside me on the wall. “I think you worry a lot. I’m not sure what you went through in the land of the humans, or why you came back…but just know…that everything will work out fine in the end.” I laughed this time around, guilt fading to the background. “Is that your watchword?” Raul smiled, a wide smile that caused crinkles at the edge of his beautiful eyes. “Actually, it is.”

he says and i laugh “I like black, because you can wear it without stressing about colors but i love yellow because when i think about it, it makes me happy” i say and he chuckled "Okay, who is your favorite artist” he asks me "Rihanna” i tell him and he laughs "So you are a Riri fan” he says and i nod “101%" i say proudly " who is your favorite artist" I ask him “J-Cole, i love his raps” he says "Yeah J-Cole is really good though “ I commented

Rihanna took a sip and explained, "I'd be an asset. I know it, and if I think that then why not start my practice and call my own shots, like you do!" Brown eyes went wide like she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought of it. "Of course. You’d be so great!” "Yeah?" Rihanna smiled nervously. It felt so good to talk to Alessandra again. Her thoughts flew to Elias and his warning that their being together with their best friends was bad news. She knew that wasn’t the whole reason, but maybe he was right. She took another long sip and set the cup down. "You think I can do it?" "Of course you can! They say you never have a dream without also having the ability to make it come true. I think it's the

I said looking at Melinda with a suspicious face. I immediately slapped my head with my hand after looking at her like that and even saying those words, I mean why did I just say that, it's not like she took a laughing pill or anything, or did she take a laughing pill? I thought to myself " Little princess don't get ahead of yourself, there is no such thing as a laughing pill," Ruya said, sounding like he was tired of my stupid thoughts. " Are you sure that there is no such thing as a laughing pill?" I asked Ruya in a low voice and looked away, but I was sure that both Mother and Melinda heard me.