Vaggie Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.”

“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. …………………………****.........................

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.

"What's that monstrosity? Did a skunk crawl up there and die or are you just a Sashquash from birth?" I wanted to fire back but her vagina was actually shaved and it looked pretty nice. Damn it! "My vagina is beautiful. Hairy as it is." I folded my arms around my breasts. "You're what now?" "You heard me. My vagina." She scoffed. "Do people still use that word?" Hot blood ran down my face. She was going to raise my blood pressure by being her bitchy self. I had to be the bigger person if we were going to have any chance of surviving this.

Of preemptively shrinking before anyone even asked you to. “You don’t have to hedge everything,” Anya told her gently, after Vivienne had spent ten minutes apologizing for an opinion she’d been asked to share. “You can just say what you think.” “I’m not sure I know what I think anymore,” Vivienne said. “I’m not sure I know what that even feels like.” “That’s okay,” Anya said. “That’s what you’re here to find out.”

“I know, I know.” Vienna storms up to me and shoves her palms into my chest. “You’re lucky you’ve already had your ass kicked once today, or I’d be showing you what I really think about you idiots placing a bet on my best friend,” she scowls, giving me another hard shove for good measure. “Douchebag.” Well, if I didn’t already feel like a steaming pile of shit, I definitely do now. Vee’s furious eyes are narrowed on me, her anger rolling off her in waves.

VIOLET POV My legs are jittery as I cross the landing to the safety of West’s room. Shit. Shit, shit and total shit. I want nothing more than to call Maggie Cooner right now and tell her about my epic seduction fail. She’d laugh and tell me I’m a fool, and I’d have to laugh too, even though the thought of it is already burning me up, confessing my V status on his landing like some kind of stupid imbecile.