By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
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Sitting down the curling irons, I glanced at the bedroom door as knocking came from the opposite side. "What?!" I shouted.
The knocking abruptly stopped. "Ooh, attitude. Hurry up girl." Nicki's voice rang.
Unplugging the curling irons, I walked out the bathroom. "Don't rush me, I told y'all niggas I ain't wanna party anyways." I replied while putting on my outfit.
After putting on my heels, I headed out into the front room. "Bout damn time." Mike clapped, causing me to flick him off.
"Come here, babe. Lemme see." Chyna called, coming out the kitchen.
I did a 360, earning a slight push from Nicki. "Oh, my god! Bitch you not grown." She looked me up and down.
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"Me? Hoe, look at you." I glanced at her outfit.
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"Who me?" She laughed, turning around.
I glanced over at Angie, "Now, Angela. Who do you think you are bein this fine." I spoke, tapping her shoulder.
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