Dave East
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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐃.𝐄. by kaiwrotethat
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First time we fucked, we ain't really plan it.. But now I'll be making love to you through him...
𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 | 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 by asiaafrmdao
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"I can't leave you alone. You got me feenin'." -Dave East 18+ {Desires that could be physically, mentally, or emotionally dangerous will always give a thrill.}
He's Still Mine. [SEQUEL TO HE IS MINE, DAVE EAST URBAN] by sanelisiwehashe
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Andre isn't exactly who we think he is, but will Zion be able to make Brianni see that? Will they get back together? What happened next with Brandi? Read to find out. ●SHORT STORY●
Turned Out (Dave East) by QueenOfPink-
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Renae an innocent teen who just so happens to get involved with Dave; a troubled Juvenile. She's in for a ride of her life once she gets too invested in their toxic relationship. WARNING: SEXUAL & EXPLICIT CONTENT Inspired by Darraneica Cover by:Slimeszn #3 in Jayda Cheaves
Ungodly Hour | d.e. by lisha-stories
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Success doesn't equate happiness. I've had to learn that the hard way over the years. With every disappointment, every let down, every heartbreak, my solution was to just achieve something. Gain a new award, a higher accolade, a bigger position. The distractions only work temporarily, but once it dies down you realize that you're left with just you. You realize that you're still alone, still a failure in other aspects of life, and still hiding from the past. My name is Brynn. I got married at nineteen to my college sweetheart, and at the age of twenty four I found myself packing up and leaving him in the middle of the night. During that ungodly hour is when everything starts to hit you, when everything begins to resurface. My husband never attempted to come after me, never even attempted to reach out to me. Yet I still find myself going to sleep with him on my mind. I can still feel his touch if I dream hard enough. I still find myself keeping up with his social media, following his life from a distance. Only in that ungodly hour do I let my fantasies roam free and allow myself to miss him. I allow myself to still love him, still care for him. As long as I know that once morning hits it's back to business, back to being distracted, and back to being alone.