Vaggie Novels & Stories

“Yep. I’m here to do a fitting for a dress. Mei-Mei—that’s Mister Zagreb’s PA, by the way—said I can drop in any time. It’s sad, but Mister Zagreb isn’t here today, so I won’t be able to introduce you…” As we approached the door, it slid open and a tall woman with her blond hair shaved close to her head came out, smiling brightly. She wore a shimmering white pajama-style suit (I don’t know how else to describe it) that bared a significant amount of cleavage, black spiky boots, and almost a dozen golden bangles in each arm. They tinkled sweetly as she moved. “Miss Vega! It’s been so long,” she declared, reaching out to embrace me and kiss both my cheeks. I did the same, catching a whiff of he

Deen gasped, covered her mouth with her fingers, not expecting the information. "Yes. She became pregnant, and she was abandoned. Vasha cried, came to Jeff, hoping to take advantage of Jeff's responsible attitude. But he got the opposite, he was furious, it was all beyond Jeff's tolerance. Unfortunately Vasha chose the wrong time when she confessed, she was in the car with Jeff, and then they had an accident." Deen remembered the news she read, that Vasha was a model who then quit after an accident.

"A woman is here to see you, Ma'am." Adriana has no fixed appointment. Her father had made sure of that. It got her curiosity waxing. "Tell her to get an appointment." Adriana made known, unwilling to let a beggar come and bother her. "I think you should talk to her." Claire seemed disturbed which meant she knew something more but Adriana would rather find out than ask. "Very well, let her in." A woman in her early forties came in dressed in a flowing black gown, the type one would wear to a funeral and a white veil. Her hair could not be seen as the veil hid it. She had a round face Albeit with gaping cheekbones.

He scrambled to get away from the cage. “You bitch!” He growled. “You villains are going to hell!” The girl screamed. “Shut up, you blood-drinking disgusting bitch!” The other one yelled while pulling his scratched friend away from the cage. I looked closer at her. She was a vampire with her black hair in a bob and dressed in a red halter neck rockabilly dress with black polka dots that flared out around her legs. She was seething, there was no doubt about that. The third guy smirked.

Camilla asked her. "Aren't you the maid around here, it is your responsibility to get the wine" she told her. "I am not the maid, and I am not really in a good mood" Camilla replied. "Oh that's correct, you aren't even the maid, you are lower than the maids, you are just an object that can be sold and bought" the lady sneered. "Look, who are you? Do you have a problem with me?" Camilla asked her. "I am Vanna Vegas from the Vegas mafia family and I do have a problem with you" she said, a malicious sneer on her face.

Karina murmured upon seeing the woman approaching her. The woman smiled and then glanced at Viggo. Her expression instantly changed, and she stared intently at Viggo. "Sorry, who are you?" Emma asked Viggo. Viggo also stood up to greet the elderly woman. After all, despite the fact that Viggo was older than Emma, Emma appeared older than him, as Viggo's appearance would not age before reaching a thousand years old. "Good evening, Mrs. Emma. I'm Viggo, Karina's future husband," Viggo said.

He can see her beautiful pointed virgin breasts and her tiny waist giving her the shape of an African goddess. “Nathan! Hello..” Angela waves at Nathan trying to make him zoom out of wherever he’s lost in. “Hey! sorry, you’re done? Umm…can I get you a glass of wine?” “Yes thank you.” “Viper, this is my wife Angela.” “Angy, Viper one of my boys.” “Nice meeting you Mrs. Williams Always at your service.” “Thank you.” [smiles and sit down next to Nathan] “Sir you have a beautiful wife.” [Viper can’t stop staring at Angela.

Duh! " Anurag, your girlfriend Vanya seems very terrified than anyone here of the bugs, " I said laughing hard when she threw her hands in the air and run around with horror evident all over her face. " Yup, she's not fond of the campaign but still wanted to accompany me. " Anurag said making me look at her before looking back at him.

We ran her off once and we will do it again. "What are you thinking of?" Vivienne asked me as she walked up. She left her family's side to come to me. She dressed in all black but the outfit looked like something borrowed. She didn't wear a whole of of black. Especially something fancy for this occasion. Vivienne had her hair braided french style. It was one of her most common hair styles. She didn't put on any make-up as she was too distracted to think to do so.

Even when they introduced her to their friends, they seemed to remove her marriage name conveniently. Agnes pondered on this situation, and her answer came from an unlikely source. A girl much younger than her approached her shyly. She wore thick glasses, a hat and a white t-shirt, and tattered jeans. Her hair is a riot of curly red hair, and freckles dust her face, making her look sweet and innocent; however, the eyes staring at her are blue pansies that reflect much intelligence. Her direct gaze swept all over her. "Hi... I'm Vic, short for Victoria."