Vaggie Novels & Stories

The girls who were mostly wearing minimal tops were giggling when they realized Saga was watching them. “Seriously,” Saga grunted on the green ice-colored basil drink under her nose. “The girls think I'm admiring them or something. Their clothes lack material.” I laughed. “You're so old-fashioned, Saga. How old are you?” Saga pouted. “I'm only one year old!” I almost sprayed the espresso milk liquid into his face. “Don't say it's true!” I shrieked under my breath. Saga rolls his eyes with bored. “I just became a vampire last year. I was seventeen at the time.”

vamp (plural vamps) Noun A flirtatious, seductive woman, especially one who uses sexual desire to exploit men. [ca. 1915] ~ A certain group of strippers are forced to reunite under tragic circumstances. When one of them is found murdered in her home, the five of them come together to form an ally, their aim, to bring the killer to justice. But somewhere along the line, they find their lives entangled each in a bigger mess.

For as many times as they’ve been offered adoption applications by the doctor, you’d think they’ve filled one out by now. The final neighbor we would communicate with would be Abigail and Sylvester Stapleton; they are the cutest old couple anyone could ever meet. They were high school sweethearts who married at eighteen, soon after they had two beautiful daughters who later made a living as the two most successful sister models to have come out of PA. Abigail is five-foot-six and slightly overweight. Her curves suit her nicely as her long, curly silver hair reaches down mid-thigh. She has green eyes which compliment her soft, milky features that make her look ten years younger than she is.

"Alright, so what's the person's name?" Tessa was trying to control her emotions. She wanted to ask a different officer to help her, but apparently, Mr. Soduko here is all she got. "Vida Vance. 28 years old. About 5'4 tall. She wears glasses; has long, wavy, brown hair, amber eyes, and fair skin. She's also wearing her Burn's bar uniform." Mr. Soduko painstakingly took note of Tessa's description of Vida. Tessa was ready to climb over the desk and shake the police officer to get him to write faster.

Because Adrian Vale may be a virgin. But obsession? Obsession is something he’s always been very, very good at! And she just might be the subject of his wicked little obsession. OUR MAIN COUPLE Vivienne Hart Age: 31 Occupation: Celebrity Divorce Attorney Vivienne built her reputation destroying marriages for the rich and famous. She is brilliant, expensive, intimidating, and completely shameless. She’s the kind of woman who can cross-examine a billionaire into tears before lunch and spend the evening getting kicked out of a luxury hotel because she thought sneaking into a private wedding reception would be funny.

I wait until she is away from the door and quietly move behind her. "I told you to leave" I say, clearly scaring her as she jumps at the sudden noise. she stares wide eyed as my vampire side has come out fully. " why didn't you leave?" I ask her getting angry that she's so damn stubborn. I step toward her "what is your name?" I ask her "T, Tansia" she stutters as I keep getting closer, her name is amazing, everything about her is so breathtaking, so much so that when I step right up to her I can't control the primal urges anymore.

Poppie I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. It had to be a dream. Shayla hooked me the fuck up for real. I couldn’t believe I had stepped in the office of the Notorious Madame -Ms. Vanessa McBride. Her shit was tight. Everyone looked so nice in the office, just working a normal job. I must admit, it wasn’t what I expected even though I really didn’t have any idea what to expect, but it was definitely not this.

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

“This is a bad idea, Elara. For heaven’s sake, we’re virgins.” We grabbed seats at the counter. “Three vodka ala Mello, please,” I told the bartender. Then I turned to Callie with a smirk. “Virgins? Who are you kidding?” Vivi lost her virginity at eighteen to some guy she met at a bar in Brisbane. She’s never shared the full story though, just bits and pieces. Callie’s no virgin either, she gave it up to her cousin’s best friend on her mom’s side. “ The guy who disvirgined you, What was his name again?”

His question was simply too straightforward; it baffled Joya. “Only a little.” Joya's eyes were cold and lifeless, her voice low. She was being honest with him. Vagor sighed, then dropped the half-filled cup of wine. He swung both his legs on the bed and sat up, just beside Joya. “I…do not fancy women.” “You do not fancy me… I am a maid. There is a difference.” Joya grunted in annoyance. “You don't seem to grasp the meaning of my words.” Vagor said, looking frustrated. He was a handsome man, with light green eyes and dark short hair.