𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊,
stormi evans is the
biggest female r&b
singer on the planet.
with the fame and
success, such tragic
events in her life
take place. watch the
story of an r&b legend
from the beginning
of time till her deepest...
❛ Lay back in my tenderness. Let's make this a night we won't forget Girl, I need your sweet caress Reach out to a fantasy Two hearts in the beat of ecstasy Come to me, girl..❜
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"Aye Stormi, baby! Wake up, I've got a lil surprise for you!" DeVante cheerfully walked inside of his New Jersey bedroom, holding the platter of breakfast he'd ordered for Stormi. It was her first night back home and what's more special than breakfast in bed. News around town spread quick about her being moved back to Jersey, and boy were the loud screams of the fans enjoyable to hear as she stepped back into the waters of her city.
As he got closer to the bed, he noticed that Stormi still hadn't woke up yet. A quick resolution came to his mind, so he dipped his hand inside of the cup of water and splattered some on Stormi's sleeping figure. After a few droplets hit her face her body jerked from the bed, as she threw punches in the air as if someone was infront of her.
As she went for each punch, DeVante swerved from the side of bed. As DeVante hopped from left to right, Stormi finally came to realization between her dreams and reality as she finally opened her eyes. "Woah, I'm sorry De. I was having a bad dream." She scooted over in the bed leaving space for DeVante to take a seat next to her.
"Whoo, save it for the ring Tyson! Save it for the ring." He gasped, taking a seat on the bed. "Y'know Stormi, I had a bad dream too."
"Forreal." Stormi asked, with a bit of concern while holding onto his left hand.
"Mmh, It was terrible baby. I dreamed that I wasn't fine no mo' Can you believe that?" He smirked, rubbing his face as he posed around in the bed. Stormi shook her head in laughter. Her voice booming through the bedroom. "Ah! You thought you were fine before that?"
DeVante let out a sarcastic laugh, "While you over there bein' mean, I made you breakfast."
"Mmh, thank you baby!" Stormi chuckled, mushing his cheeks together.
"Ain't nothing, but I do gotta hit the lab!"
"Really? Baby, I can go too."
"Boop! Hell no, you stay yo' crippled ass here."
"Oh c'mon De, I need to get back in the swing of things. I not gonna take a break forever." Stormi asked, pulling on the belt loop of his black jeans. DeVante shook his head in sync with his hands.
DeVante stood at the edge of the bed, looking at Stormi as she laid in bed sticking out her bottom lip. "Damn, aight. Don't take forever getting ready either."
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"I don't believe this." DeVante chuckled, almost falling out of his seat. "I just..I just c-can't." He couldn't even create a full sentence after his loud outburst of laughter. Stormi sat in the chair next to him, rolling her eyes at her obnoxious boyfriend. DeVante who was currently high as kite wanted to find out the unspecified time that Stormi smoked her first blunt and her story was a little extreme. Maybe even a dream for some people.
"So, you telling me that the first time you ever smoked weed was with Michael Jackson?"
"Mmh, now c'mon loverboy. We need to finish this song!"
"But, what if I wanna finish you?" DeVante asked, leaning over in his chair with his lips puckered only to get rejected as Stormi held her finger against his lips.
"Did you just reject me?" His eyebrows furrowed up as he spoke.
"I did, we are not having sex in a studio. Especially not a Death Row studio."
"Oh, c'mon Stormi?" She ignored his whining fest and started writing down some lyrics for her song remix she was set to do with one of Death Row's new female rappers while DeVante was suppose to be producing a song for The Above The Rim Soundtrack.
"Yo, yo, What's up with it." Snoop yelled, dancing into the studio. Causing the two of them to turn towards the door.
DeVante and Snopp dapped each other up real quick before Snoop bent down to give Stormi a quick hug. "What y'all working on?"
"Well, I'm finishing a hit for H-Town and Storm is over here trying to become a rapper."
"Word? Ain't that bout a bitch, how you gonna come run our genre too?" Snoop joked.
"I ain't running nothing, well yet!" Stormi laughed, fixing her ponytail.
"Let me hear what you got lil Storm."
"Can't stop, ain't stop, too hot. Came out like the daughter of Aaliyah and 2Pac. And I pop from the jump, ain't nobody too shocked. And I'm out collectin' Rollies, you save up for G-Shocks.
Got a bag from the label, I invested and I flipped that, I should write a book on how I mothafuckin' did that. Everything I put in, I get right back. Got long money, I ain't in it for a quick stack.
And if she ever had me bent, I don't know who she is. Switchin' sides on me, just know that I know where you live. And I ain't never had to bang, I'm good wherever I is. And I got brothers that'll run it up and handle my biz. Man I've been hot since a teen when they gave me the key.
To the city, fuck around, they'll have to crown me the queen. Yeah, I'm blessed and highly favored to be livin' my dreams. And now they layin' out the carpets when I step on the scene.
I drop a bag when I shop, all that extra shit. I'm payin' all my family's bills, that's a flex and shit. Ha, I'm your fave's favorite, that ain't ever changin', bitch. Just bought the Porsche, you can catch me out here swangin' it.
Got a second phone and your boyfriend be ringin' it. Got a little lion in me, I ain't ever tamin' shit, Hah, hyphy, hater, you can fight me.
Yeah I beat the odds so I don't take that talkin' lightly. Fuck around and make your girl my wifey. Pearl face diamond on the bezel, keep it icy."
"Oh shit, I'm feel this. You got a little flow or whatever, I'm fuckin with it tho' honestly." Snoop cheered, swaying from side to side in his chair.
"Maybe Pac been rubbing off on her." DeVante agreed, clapping his loud ass hands together.
The song with Saweetie went on to be a number one single for the both of them. Death Row and Stormi were now on the same side, officially affiliated with each other. But was Stormi officially back in the game or will the pain and mental stability mess with her claim for fame?
AUTHOR'S NOTE! ------
I've had terrible writer's block lately. I couldn't even think about ideas, but thank god I found this old draft and just added to it. The chapter was short and pushed together, but I hope y'all enjoyed! see y'all soon w/ more updates.
