Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak... 𝙸𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 | In the flawless calm of Houston Estates, Onika Tanya Maraj-Clark is the definition of a perfect housewife. Chanel on her wrists, cookies cooling on the counter, and a polite book-club smile hiding six months of untouched frustration. With her husband still "away on business," the loneliness is beginning to feel like a second skin. When she goes to rant to her neighbor Tina, she doesn't find her. Instead. She finds Beyoncé. Tina's eldest. All grown now. Tall. Strong. Broad shoulders, husky voice, and packing enough temptation to make Onika's heart beat from inside her pants. One innocent conversation turns into tension... tension turns into craving... and eleven secret toys later, Onika finally caves to the pull she's been denying. What she swore would be just a moment of weakness becomes something deeper, hotter, and dangerously addictive, something that threatens to unravel every polished part of her perfect suburban life. Welcome to Super Freaky Girl-where the cookies are homemade, the MILFs are irresistible, and secrets never survive the summer. (Beyoncé G!P) #1 In Beyoncé 1/7/26 🥇 #3 In Urban 11/20/25 🥉 #2 In Intersex 12/14/25 🥈 #7 In Black Love 12/14/25 🏅 A Juthescientist Production. 👩🏾‍🔬

Erin Cline has never missed a target. Precision, control, and a ruthless detachment have kept her alive in a world where hesitation means death. So when she's assigned her next mark-Kamala Harris, San Francisco's District Attorney-it should have been another routine job. It isn't. Because before Erin ever sees the target file, she's already met Kamala-in a dark club, under different names and no expectations. One unforgettable night turns into a complication Erin can't afford. Now embedded inside Kamala's office, Erin plays a dangerous game-watching, waiting, getting close enough to learn her patterns. But Kamala's control, her sharp mind, and the pull Erin can't seem to resist make the mission feel less like a job and more like a slow descent into something personal. Something fatal. Lines blur. Rules break. And as Erin spirals deeper, she's forced to ask herself: is she here to end Kamala's life-or ruin her own? A story of calculated seduction, high-stakes deception, and the fine line between hunter and hunted, The Mark is a dark, tense, and deeply addictive tale where desire could be the deadliest mistake.

"I don't care if we on the run, baby, long as I'm next to you."

Miss America tells the story of Kamala Harris's historic first term as the first woman President of the United States, navigating the challenges of leadership while keeping a passionate affair with her young, quick-witted assistant, Kori, under wraps until becomes bigger than they both anticipated. The narrative reveals the highs and lows of their romance, capturing the tension and intensity between the two women. 🗣 This story is a work of fan fiction created solely from my imagination for entertainment purposes. While it may contain public figures, and certain locations, all events, plot lines and characterizations are fictionalized for the narrative. No affiliation or endorsement is implied.

"ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ."

"What is your problem?!" I yelled back. She is starting to piss me off with these damn mood swings and it's messing with my head. "Excuse me." She snarled as she walked up to me. "I don't know who messed you up this damn badly but whoever it is needs to be put in jail, because the way you treat people is not fucking acceptable. None of us have done anything to you and yet you are acting like we ruin your life. I just-" I didn't even have time to finish because a hand was on my throat and my back was against the wall, and all of a sudden, her lips were on mine. I was so lost but at the same time content. She put her hands on my waist and dug her nails into me. My hands went into her dark hair and she lifted my right leg and pressed herself against me. I felt something touch my center and that's when I realized what it was. I moaned as I pictured what it would feel like inside me. Her lips moved down to my neck and with no time she was biting down on it leaving marks. Her lips found my soft spot and started sucking on it. I felt my center start to throb as I tried to bring her closer to me, but just as I started to rock my hips against her, she put her hand back on my neck and tightened it. My lust was very high right now and as I looked into her eyes I knew hers was too. "Get the hell out." She lowly growled at me. ******* What happens when a little fun game becomes more and someone starts to get possessive?

If you have read my Nicki imagine/oneshot book then you should know the two part imagine 'Suga Mama'. This new book is the continuation of that two part imagine. The first two chapters are the same that way new readers will understand what's going on. Later in the writing process I decided to change the name now called 'Your Favorite' To find out how a struggling young adult (Y/N) sought out to find a suga mama, only to later find out that the lady is the now retired female rapper Nicki Minaj. Go ahead do yourself a favor by reading to find out how the crazy discovery plays out!

Finished Beynika one shots + short stories.

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Going to my friend sleepover definitely wasn't something I thought I wasn't going to regret...