Sequel to Stolen.

A book full of converted beynika one shots

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Started: Sept. 18, 2017 Finished: Jan 31, 2018

Started: May 4, 2017 Completed: September 9, 2017

"Your allure is a subtle temptation, a quiet seduction that lingers in the air. Every glance and gesture is a promise whispered on the wind-inviting, intoxicating, yet always just out of reach. It's a pull I can't escape, desire dressed in grace."

"Fuck, why do you make this so hard" Nicki yelled passing the room "Because i need u nicki why dont you love me" Beyonce cried "Because i dont can u just comprehend that and leave me alone" Nicki screamed pushing Beyonce "You know what fuck you nicki and imma find someone that wants me fa me" Beyonce said getting up off the ground "Whatever, do what you need to do" Nicki said non chelantly "One day you gone want me back" Beyonce said dusting herself off "And untill that day keep moving" "Why do you treat me this way" "Because it is me and im roothless" nicki said and shoowed her to walk home As Beyonce walked down a empty street she wobbled and she tried to keep balance holding her dag of clothes and her heels. She thought her life was over. As she dwealed on what just happened she cried and her vision became blurry. She felt useless. She could walk or run so she colapsed. She laid on the side of a empty street at 2 am on a saturday and just cried. As she cried she heard a big black jaguar race past her but the person in the drivers seat say her and revearsed to her. She noticed but never stood up. As she heard the foot steps get closer she peeked up and seen some classic Tims "Hi" a femake voice whispered so gently I peeked up and i was met with the most beautiful creation if ever seen in my life "Hey" i sniffled "Whats wrong" she said laced with concern "I just lost a part of me" i said and felt the stinging get even more intense "Well maybe i could help you find it' she whispers and starts to pick all my things up from scattered around the side of the street "Maybe you can" i looked up at her with hopeful eyes "Here! Get in do you need a ride" she says helping me up "Thanks" i sniffled "Alright Mi Amor whats your name" "Beyoncé Giselle" "Alright nice one whats your name" "You can call me Kehlani" "Alright keh your really nice why are you some nice to me" "Because i see something in you that can fix me"

Money is the root of all evil, it also seems to be the cause of betrayal and heartbreak. One lady will soon face this harsh reality.

"I was the voice Beyoncé couldn't stop craving." "...And you were also the shadow I never saw watching me." And this was "XO, Anonymous!"

Put the work in, so it can work out. BeyNika Short story