Vaggie Angry Novels & Stories

Sheila clenched her fists and glared daggers at Vicky. "You can be angry or jealous, Vicky Shaw. All that, I understand. But you've disregarded Tyler's health and well-being over your own selfish need... It's an understatement to say that you're selfish!

Damn it. Fuck, she just fainted. Too much alcohol. I don't even know her. All I saw was an angry lady in the bar walking off, out the bar to the deck and even thou I have just met her at least for the past ten minute or so. I can tell she's one stubborn lady who thinks alot.

"You slut! At MY wedding?!" I clutched my face, completely bewildered. "Celeste, I think there's been a misunderstanding—" Celeste scoffed and flung her phone at my feet. "A misunderstanding? It's all on video. How is that a misunderstanding?!" I bent down to pick up the phone, but Celeste stomped on my hand with her foot and ground down hard. Searing pain shot through me, and I cried out. Celeste’s mother Margaret grabbed a fruit platter from the table and smashed it over my head, trembling with rage.

I was the reason they were laughing; they were making fun of my body. "It’s a good thing Angie’s boyfriend finally came to his senses, right? What man in his right mind would stay with a woman shaped like a gas tank? She probably can't even get pregnant because her uterus is buried in fat," Marisa sneered. Even now, my weight was her favorite target.

How come? Please tell me it's not what I'm thinking! Barry, please help! *** "You stupid and useless mother!"I screamed at her. She slapped my in the face and I held my red cheeks tight "You never called me useless". "You sold me..."I mumbled in a trembling voice "And what's wrong in that?". "You didn't even ask for my opinion!"I screamed at her She gave me another slap on the same cheek "Keep your voice low Vee!"she said with no emotion

She really wished she could jump on this bitch and claw out her eyes. She was about to rip her a new one when she saw a slutty looking woman headed towards her brother, she turned back and sneered at the bitch in front of her and said, "See you old hag, I will make sure my brother knows about your plans." With that, she turned on her 5-inch heels and promptly walked over to her brother. That gold digger needed to be stopped.

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

“This is why I hate people. They are nothing but annoying useless tools that get in my way.” Vixen grumbled out angrily, sitting me down in a seat. She plopped down beside me, giving me a glance. “You seem different, though. Your soul is pure yet you’ve been through some shit. Like bad shit.”

Being the most famous sex worker in this club does not make her better than me or anyone in this club. Angela's eyes become fierce, looking at me as if she wants to kill me. And this time, she's not able to change her expression anymore and put on a facade. She's too angry to do that again, and I love it—I love the reaction that I am able to get from her. It is so satisfying to see her getting riled up by me, something that she was not able to do to me.

She felt utterly frustrated. She made a call and had Zack come back. "Angie, we bought you eight different kinds of grapes—pick whichever you like!" Zack strutted in, hips swaying, and spoke in a deliberately shrill voice that grossed Angela out. Angela was instantly livid. She grabbed a pillow and hurled it at him. Zack twisted his waist to dodge before staring at her in shock. "What's wrong, Angie? Did that ugly woman just get on your nerves? Calm down. You have to remember that you're a gorgeous beauty. How can you stoop to the level of an ugly hag?" He walked over attentively, but Dexter stopped him.