Novel & Cerita Vaggie Quotes

“Oh, honey, I can sympathize. I bet your vajayjay could use a little break before you go popping out pups left, right, and center, am I correct?” “Sorry? My what?” I blurted my words out in a shocked splutter. A blush crept over my cheeks as I saw where her eyes landed. “Your vagina, dear.” She came straight out with it, her lips pursed into a tight, thin line as her eyes darted towards my nether regions. “Oh, that.” I caught my breath and added, “I'm going to wait a few years before I have another child. One will do for now.” My blush deepened, burning red-hot to the point I could have fried eggs on either side of my face.

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.

Vega raised her head to stare at these two ladies. "What's the problem?" She asked. "You are the problem." "Can you stop being a slut wherever you go?" Celia said getting very pissed. This made Vega chuckle, she wasn't intimidated at all. To her, they were still young girls who were hungry for fame just like the others. "Look, why don't you all spend more time brushing up your character because I don't think any company would want to see how dirty your behaviours are." Vega lambasted before storming away from them.

“Well, just make sure heaven is really where you're headed. Because if I see you in h*ll, I swear I’ll fan your flames.” Pat screamed in delight. “Yes! Omigosh! Burn, b*tches, burn!” Ingrid added, “Sorry, I’m just so ashamed compared to you. I’m not like you—so pure and clean. I didn’t place all my worth, dignity, and identity in my lady bits. My whole being isn’t defined by my v*gina.” “Ingrid! For God’s sake!” Odessa yelled, panicking. “That’s right, Ma! I said v*gina. V. G. N*.** Sue me! Maybe you should have a priest exorcise me.”

“Now tell me what you want me to do. I haven’t got all fucking day. Running a rogue group isn’t as easy as you posh wolves like to think. So out with it already.” “What do you mean, by out with it?” She asked innocently. Vance snorted with amusement. “Oh, fucking come off it,” he told her. “You know and I know I’m not that stupid. I know you would never call me if you didn’t want anything. So what do you need me for?” …

“Yes, it does. But for future reference, please abstain from doing it again. You’re putting the British to shame.” “Roger that,” I say. “I think I like you, a lot.” “That’s just your dick talking,” she says. “True. Maybe you should ask your vagina what she thinks,” I joke. “Na, my vagina doesn’t talk. I’ve banned her from saying anything. The last time she spoke for me, she got me into lots of trouble,” she laughs. “Poor vagina,” I say. “Don’t feel sorry for her, she brought this on herself,” she smiles.

Vagina parties are weird parties, because during such parties, the bathrooms were frequently raided by dicks that had found pussies to punch. “Also, remember you must look as hot as you can to the party”. She said, pissing me off at the spot. She knew I was literally divorced, that’s probably why she could say such words as looking hot to a vagina party, by the way, it was her who invited me to Guts Island. “Okay”. I said, and she hung up without saying bye. …………………………****.........................

“Cold burger in prison, that's a little too much don't you think?” She turns in my direction and shrugs “I wouldn't know Vee I've never been to prison, not even as a school trip, is that weird?” “I feel like I haven't experienced anything.” “I must have lived a very sheltered life and now I feel like I'm cheating myself by not having experiences of all of these things.”

Hell, I'm kind of proud of him anyway. Quincy furrows her eyes. "What's a WAG?" I swallow more beer before answering. "It's an acronym. Stands for wives and girlfriends. That's who usually sit in the boxes. That, and mothers and fathers and kids." "Well, I feel so honored for getting to sit with all the important people." I smile at her. "You're important to me, so...." She stares at me for a moment and bites her lip, neither of us speaking. After a few sexually charged moments, she clears her throat and looks away.

But now she's my WAG. Because she's worth it. END VOLUME 2: GROUPIE