Vaggie Novels & Stories

"I am Veronica Vane. I am your one and only true Queen and Herald. No impostor can bring me down to the ground." I flew in front of Elspeth and whispered to her ear, "Even you, Elspeth… don’t have the capability to overpower me."

“You must be the wife.” I froze mid-step, air stuck in my throat. Slowly, I turned my head, eyes lowering to the woman standing at the foot of the stairs. Vivienne Cross. She stood tall, confident, and strikingly beautiful with a smug, cocky smile on her face. Her eyes locked onto mine, and she had the nerve to smile, as if we had something in common. The nerve of her made me want to march straight down and wipe that smile away. But what angered me more was that Vivienne wasn’t some stranger. When I was still modeling, I was the name people talked about, the face on almost every cover, the woman they all wanted to be.

The television screen glowed faintly against the dimmed bedroom. I leaned back against the pillows, one hand absentmindedly stroking the curve of my stomach, the other tangled with Zane’s larger, firmer hand. The news anchor’s voice was calm, clinical, but the words cut through like a blade: "Sera Voss, fiancée of billionaire Zane Blackwood, was rushed to St. Augustine’s Hospital late last night following signs of preterm labor. Sources close to the family confirm she is currently under close monitoring…"

VAEGON Tonight and meeting my soulmate for the first time has been mind-blowing. I’ve never been so infatuated with anyone in my life. Yeah, I’ve been horny and have lusted after girls. When I was in high school, my hormones were going crazy, just like any normal teenager. Oh man, those hormones were nuts when I first shifted, and Vane was always on the prowl for our mate. Sometimes I was like, screw it. I kept telling myself I would just hook up with the girls who were always around to satisfy my sexual needs. But I never ended up fucking any of them. Every time that thought crossed my mind, I would haul ass home and jerk off.

she said when I'd finished my explanation. I quickly gave her the digits. "I'm Vivi, by the way, Vivi Fenrir." The woman's mouth dropped open a bit and I started to ask her what was wrong, but she quickly recovered and held out a hand and smiled. "I'm Sage Wilder, Vivi. Nice to meet you."

Lady Vanessa is a known sex trafficker who takes advantage of poor girls who need help or hold her offenders hostage and henceforth makes them her sex workers. VITTO’S HOME Amelia could be seen in the sitting room laying down on her back as she ate the popcorn on her laps. She was busy humming a song as she watched her favorite tv show while waiting for her husband to prepare breakfast for her. She was invested in the show when she felt a sharp pain in her stomach. A frown crept up her lips as she moved her legs a bit to sit up and she felt her water broke. “Babyyy” she cried out

I was a little confused, but nodded my head and then realized that he couldn't see me. "I'm alright, okay, I'll play along." I mind-linked him back. "What the fuck, Vic? What are you thinking putting the human girl in the hallway closet?" Sage said, slightly snapping at her. "Oh baby, I've missed you so much, let's get out of here. Besides, I did you a favor; she's never allowed to come to parties, and this way you won't be embarrassed when people find out that a human is here, especially that human." Vickie said. I could hear the excitement in her voice, as if she had done nothing wrong.

There was curiosity in their voices, and the bright edge of people watching a scandal unfold up close. I pretended I hadn't heard, and kept walking with my arm in his. He didn't pull away. But his hand was colder than it had ever been. Vicky wore a deep red gown. She looked like the night itself. Standing next to me, we were like light and shadow side by side. Someone gasped. Others looked back and forth between us, comparing. I had never hated my own face this much. We made polite conversation. James introduced Vicky, and in front of everyone he still called me his wife, carefully protecting my dignity.

A twitch pulled at my mouth remembering it, but it never made a full fledged smile, because seeing Vivienne walk into CAGERS at nearly one in the morning wasn't exactly smile worthy. She looked exactly like I remembered: dark hair, perfect posture, and effortless confidence. She’d always been the kind of woman who could walk into a room full of bikers and make them look underdressed. Growing up, I’d always thought she belonged in magazines. She’d spent years showing up to soccer games, school events, birthday parties, and sleepovers with Nicole, and somehow had always looked glamorous and completely normal at the same time. My stomach tightened. It wasn't because she’s here, but because she’

she whispers and I fake a gasp. "Vada, have you been using me," I demand in fake outrage and she giggles. "You are strong and any female would be lucky to claim you, but you are not mine," she says and I nod. Vada is a smart female who hangs around drinking rooms frequented by active duty soldiers. She knows a soldier who survives the war will be able to financially provide for her and he will be one of the strongest males. It is smart for single females to go hunting for mates in those types of places. When we had caught each other's eye it was lust at first sight, but nothing more.