Vaggie Quotes Novels & Stories

A sly smile curled up Natalie’s lips and her girl gang started to make sounds out of their mouth, Jannet spat, “We aren’t afraid of you dickheads! Just take the video off your account and delete it and we can end this in peace. ,” “Oh, no honey. Your slutty little friend here deserves this. Who would take the responsibility to aware others of this wolf-leeching virus?” Natalie batted her eyelashes as if mocking me and I clenched my fist, “And why don’t you then try to make others aware of how you are? That would be more beneficial, " Candice retorted

CHASE So many things about Vienna Vega frustrate the hell out of me. The way she rolls her eyes whenever she sees me, like my presence has just ruined her fucking day. That little hair toss she does when she folds her arms across her chest in indignation. Her constant smartass responses to whatever I say, like she’s figured out exactly how to push my buttons. That ever-present flicker of defiance whenever I get close. But the worst, by far, is that despite all of that, I can’t stop thinking about her. It’s beginning to border on obsession.

The top five searches were all over her. She decided to check the comments and she immediately wished she never did so. 'She’s ugly' one read. 'Yikes, why settle for less??? Geez’ 'A waitress!! You've got to be kidding me!’ 'Mr Vaughn please tell me this is a lie. You can't be married to someone like her. She's ugly!!’ ‘I think it's a lie. Mr Vaughn had not said anything about it. It can just be a rumor, I hope it is

“I’ve said, like, five words and you’ve already written a novel.” Victoria giggled. “Like you don’t know my mouth. Great with words and advice. And well…” She wiggled her brows. “You already know where else this mouth is good at.” I shot her a look, instantly shuddering as my mind caught up with what she was talking about. “Don’t act like a virgin, sweetie. You and I both know you’ve already done it with your hunky husband,” she chuckled, making a very unnecessary blow job gesture in the air.

"Give us some direction; you've already given us all the motivation we need!" Vickie thought for a moment, and then said, "Okay, so I'm here on the bed with Marge, and we're in a sixty-nine eating each other's pussies when Dawn comes home unexpectedly and catches us."

“I wish I could help. I’m not used to everyone else doing everything – especially when it comes to food and drink prep.” “Relax, Vix. I got this. If anyone deserves to sit on her cute little ass and drink some wine, it’s the woman who faced down a speeding van.” “Fair point, sexy.” “Sexy unless I put on the slippers.”

She curses under her breath with her cheeks heating up in embarrassment as she pulls her hoodie up to cover head. "Y-you're crazy." Maggie stutters, totally amused. "I'm not, Miss goody two shoes." Ver still manages to grumble a retort under her breath. "I'm boy crazed and I have new crushes every week, but I'd faint if I see a naked hot guy in reality. So yeah, a cucumber disvirgined me, not a huge one, it's the mini size one." I snicker when I see Maggie blocking her ears with her earphones, from listening to Ver rant.

Maya asked. “I told her I’d rather eat ramen in a Queens walk-up than listen to her tell me I’m a failure over breakfast every morning. I told her I’d rather struggle to pay rent than have her use money as a leash to control every aspect of my life.” Vivienne’s voice was stronger now. “And you know what she said? She laughed. She actually laughed and said ‘You’ll be back within a week. You’ve never stuck to anything in your life. You’re too weak.’”

“You know, since it’s been so long, you’re getting rusty. I mean, just go for it already!” Vangie’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, Sheila! You know I’m not like that. I’ve only ever been with one man my whole life.” “That’s exactly the problem! You’ve only had one experience. There are plenty of fish in the sea—just throw your net and see what you catch!” Vangie cringed at her friend’s words. Sometimes, she wondered why she was even friends with Sheila when they were complete opposites. “I don’t just want to be with anyone.”

Raven Vivienne’s grip tightens. “You know,” she says conversationally, addressing her friends more than me, “she’s pregnant.” A murmur ripples through the group. “So she’s a whore?” one of the girls sneers. “Exactly.” Vivienne smiles. “A cheap, disgusting whore who’s about to become my husband’s problem in a very permanent and deeply embarrassing way.” One of the women lets out a soft laugh. Rage surges through me, momentarily overpowering the pain.