Vaggie Novels & Stories

—I said, "Hey, I thought you were coming for books for history class or for the essay we have due? —There's something more important than that. —What do you mean? I turn to see her and I see that there is curiosity in her eyes to know what was going on, how do I explain to her that my neighbors are vampires and one of them has taken me as his personal blood bank from which he feeds whenever he feels like it. it is difficult to explain to her because she would think I was crazy. —Do you believe in witches? —Yes, I do.

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

Well, putting away all of that aside, Natasha had hit the shower and put on a fresh pair of blue jeans with a pink top and a white sweater before getting into white sneakers. She let her blond hair rest above her shoulders as she grabbed a bag and put something in a sort of cage right next to her closet. "Come on out, V," she started after setting down what she had put at the base of the cage. A moment later, something slithered out from a dark corner of the cage. A snake;a green viper to be exact. Taika had given her the snake when she and her mother had gone on a visit to Hawaii, where she had learnt was her birth place.

It was the seven year of our marriage. I found my wife's prenatal test report. She was three months pregnant. After seven childless years, I should have been overjoyed. Except I'd had a vasectomy. I confronted her with the report in hand. She barely reacted. "Is that all the grace you have? This child is innocent. If you choose me, you accept him too. Can't you even make room for one child? No wonder you'll never make anything of yourself." I saw the contempt in her eyes. And just like that, I gave up on her completely. Seven years of marriage, seven years of deferring to her in everything, and all I got in return was betrayal.

Just take her. Vix. In Satan’s Bar, Victoria ‘Vixen’ Shaw was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times, though Ice knew that to not be true, at all. What was true was that she had been the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s girl… and she owned that moniker, without shame. The woman was smokily and sexily hot, about that there was no doubt, and she had the brazen, aggressive, unpolished beauty of a wild creature. There was nothing demure or elegant or wallflower about Vix as she carried out her waitressing duties. She was, to her core, an MC bar back room toy, and she was proud of it.

“Oh, so you can undress calmly, but I need all my clothes torn off?” I chuckled at her words and ripped my underwear in half, “are we even?” Nivia did not reply, her eyes locked on my nether region. “Are you there, darling?” She licked her lips, “I have missed him.” “Him?” She nodded eagerly as her hands reached out to touch my cock, “I never told you this, but I named my vagina. She is called Vagatha. It’s fucking embarrassing, but, well, you’ve accepted all of me, so you need to accept this too.”

Instead of attending the grand banquet hosted by the Alpha of Artheton Pack, Talassa dragged me away with a mischievous glint in her eyes, leading me toward a secluded wooden cabin on the outskirts of the city. "This healer is famous," she whispered conspiratorially, her excitement barely contained. "Not only can he bring people back from the brink of death, but he's also especially skilled in treating women's conditions." Then, with absolute seriousness, she added, "Maybe he can put your womb back." I couldn't help but laugh, though there was an ache beneath it. I knew she meant well, and refusing her kindness felt unnecessary. So, I followed her into the small apothecary.

Stick to your spreadsheets and your mid-tier scotch. "No way a vagina looks that perfect naturally. You're basically a walking filter.” JessVance_Official: It’s called genetics, Kyle. I know it’s a foreign concept to someone who spends four hours a day staring at her pimples in a mirror. Keep popping them—maybe one day your IQ will match your bicep curl. Another is a grainy, candid shot of her in a dive bar, mid-laugh, blowing smoke toward the camera with a look that says she’d burn the place down for a laugh.

Sheila sighed and sat on the sofa to wait. “Almost done!” Vangie replied from her room upstairs. She stood in front of her mirror, putting on red lipstick and brushing her hair. She wore fitted jeans and a sleeveless floral blouse with buttons down the front, pairing it with white sandals. She let her hair down and, once satisfied with her look, headed downstairs. “Finally, you’re ready!” Sheila exclaimed, putting down her phone and standing up. Vangie’s eyes widened when she saw Sheila’s outfit. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her figure, sleeveless and ending above her knees. It showed off her smooth shoulders and full chest. She matched it with white sneakers, making her look young

Jax replied while the brothers went back in the office. He walked back in after his call. "So? Any takers on talking?" "We don't know anything! Besides, you guys don't torture women." Ivy replied smugly. "Not us brothers, no. But I have a secret weapon I use for women. And she'll be here shortly." Jax grinned. About fifteen minutes later the office door opened and Vixen his mom walked in. This woman was 5'11" and weighed about 195lbs. She's a force not to mess with!