love, obsession & deceit. saint, psalm & kataya

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She was complete, her life feeling whole. She had everything she could ask for. Her job, her happiness, her family, her husband, but all it took was one man. One man for her to lose morals, head space, and peace of mind. His words were captivating, his demeanor enticing, a man who she knew to stay away from but couldn't. He seemed like the man of her dreams...though dreams can always turn into nightmares.

"LOVE's gonna get you killed.. but PRIDE'S gonna to be the death of you and me."

29 rules to being a player, 29 rules that must be followed. In this game you can't change for no woman, not even the prettiest ones. It's all about getting laid, no babies but fuck her like you want to make a baby. Most importantly, DO NOT Fall in love. The creator of the Player's Handbook in the great city of Los Angeles Christopher Maurice Brown, has never been in a committed relationship. It's always been about sex, not only that he has never met a woman who was real with him. Being a billionaire comes with trust issues, in his group of friends he's the only one not married with kids. He's okay with that until he fucks the wrong woman, a woman who is at first mysterious to him. He keeps finding himself at her door step, he keeps trying to find her in other woman, he keeps feeling jealous noticing she's paying attention to other men, what he discovers is that he's met the female version of him, and the feelings he's catching for her are real. He finds himself stuck between chasing her or following his Player's Handbook he's had since high school. (COMPLETED)

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

who's this? 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 ur future. 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 - @trappastarz © February 2022

"Bianca what the fuck was that?" David says to me as we walk inside his house. The whole car ride was silent, no one uttered a word and I don't know why. I hate silence. Silence allows the brain to think about a lot of shit over and over. He already had a lot of things replaying in his head. He probably thought about how to reply to my comments. He just had this whole conversation planned out already. "What was what?" I reply sitting down on the couch. I sigh of relief that I finally got a chance to take off my heels. "Y'all got something going on between y'all, don't y'all?" David replies standing up "I don't know what you're talking about" I unzip my jacket sitting it down beside me. I knew my nonchalantness would piss him off. "Bianca stop fucking playing with me" David spat back. He's not the type to raise his voice during an argument. You knew he was mad when he starts cursing at you and says your name all in the same sentence. "I'm not doing anything. I don't know what or who you're talking about David" I take out my phone and start to text Parish telling her how the event went. "You fucking Chris aren't you?" I just looked up at him making a stank face and then back down at my phone. "Hello? I'm talking to you" David stands in front of me. I wasn't in the mood to bicker back and forth with him right now. I could've just told him yes, but he didn't want to know the truth. He smacks my phone out of my hand. I look up at him "Are you fucking him?!" He yells at me and that took me off guard. "No!" I shout back at him. "Are we done yelling?" I ask calmly raising an eyebrow. "You think this shit funny?" He questions "Go home"

"ɪ ᴡᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ʏᴏ ʙᴀᴅ."

Is there too much ugly in the past to have a beautiful future? (Works #1) WARNING: This story contains triggers such as violence, abuse, sex, etc. Cover made by: @urbancreations