She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.

ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛఌ ᴍs.ɢʟᴏᴄᴋ's ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs #2

❝IF IAN KNOW NO BETTER I'D SAY YOU WAS STALKING A NIGGA.❞ 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 - 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

After an almost fatal car accident due to her father's wicked ways, Onika Maraj is left blind. The 18 year old was unfortunately left with lifelong injuries, resulting in her long term memory loss. A long 15 years slowly drags by before she's reunited with her ex girlfriend, and also a survivor of the car crash, Beyoncé Knowles, who she happens to remember nothing about. Pained by fate, Beyoncé takes that as a sign and decides to pursues her ex lover in hopes of tapping into Nicki's heart and mind to get her to remember what was and will always be there. Presenting to you a tale teaching one patience, understanding, and genuine love.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, heartbroken ahmya thinks she's found the perfect match-until she realizes jeffery is not who he claims to be.

Onika never really had "online" friends. Her world suddenly changes when she's added to a group chat of people who don't live in her city. Beyoncé has always been a homebody who's been interested in video games. Even though she prefers a quiet night indoors one of her best friends is always trying to drag her out and include her in something. (G!P)

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

"You got three seconds to open this door before I kick that bitch in," a deep voice growled through the wood. Zamara's heart jumped. She wasn't expecting nobody-especially not a man with a voice that rough and mean. "Nigga, who the fuck-" she started, yanking the door open. And immediately regretted it. He stood there like a shadow from hell. Tall. Broad. Tatted. And mad as fuck. A black hoodie hugged his body, revealing a Glock tucked at his hip. "Where. The fuck. Is Kyndall?" he asked low and slow. Zamara crossed her arms over her chest, attitude activated. "I don't know, and I damn sure ain't scared of you standing here mean-mugging like you somebody daddy." A smirk curled on his lips. "You should be scared, ma." Then he leaned in, real close. "But lucky for you... I don't hit women. I just fuck 'em crazy and make sure they don't walk right for three days." Her breath caught, but her mouth didn't. "Boy, please." "You gon' be sayin that from my bed soon. Watch."

jeff is set to kill one of his female opps who's collecting bloodhound bodies. though genesis is the least catchable back door females in the raq, he is a fein for her demise. will he get that or will he uncover more desires in the midst?

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