"Where you been?" Lota asked. "Why? You missed me?" He smirked walking up to her so his face was inches away from hers. "My bad for asking," she rolled her eyes and walked off the the kitchen. "Aye I'm jus playing with yo ass," he said grabbing her wrist, "and sum smell delicious, whatchu cooking fa me?" "Who said I was cooking for you?" She asked. "I mean unless you got sum else you want me to eat.." he said licking his lips at her. <><><><><><> Lotanna and Simba

Ana and Dre's story❤️

𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚘 , 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎.

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."

A promise. It seems like the simplest thing in the world to keep. But so often, they're broken, empty and hollow. They seem like the easiest thing in the world to believe, but after the words are left out to bleed, after they leave you waiting and wanting, after all the emptiness and hollow words-how are you going to believe the one who actually say what they mean?

read to find out😉

"Ain't no beef or 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑦 its just certain people I'll never rock with again." 👣™️

🏝 7 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚊𝚜, 7 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐? 🏝

"𝙻-𝙾-𝚅-𝙴, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎?"