"I own you? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!" "Everything that I am," the demon stated calmly, "is yours to do as you please. The blood contract bounds me to you." "I don't...I don't understand. You're a demon, and you're mine?!" "Until the day you die, I will happily satisfy your every need." "What's the catch?" The demon growled, smirking slowly, "I'll tell you on your due date."

(not g!p) "You're fighting seniors now?! What has gotten into your scrawny ass?!" The teenager looked confused. "What? No, I'm Aaliyahs mom." Beyoncé and Onika have no choice but to become friends after their daughters get into an altercation and they live less than a minute away from each other. Will married Bey and widowed Onika get together or stay just friends?

It's a mafia BeyNika story, I don't have a description just yet so give it time. This story has g!p _________________ (COMPLETED/will be EDITING SHORTLY)

This is just a Calm lil book

𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑜 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 🤍

Warning (G/P)

5 years later... sequel to milf

Your love got me looking so crazy right now. G!P Onika!

COMPLETED. "You are so beautiful. What's your name?" She looked at her friend extremely confused then back over at me. "Me?" "Yes, you." I was making direct eye contact with her. "My name is Onika, what's yours?" Is she hard of hearing? I know she can't be that old. She laughed, "Probably way too old for you honey." To Onika, age is nothing but a number. Regardless of what Beyonce said, it didn't matter to her either.