𝐵𝑒𝑦𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎 𝑂𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠 &. 𝑆𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝐼𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 ⚠️ 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 🤭

noun: someone; a person (more so woman) who puts forth the less fortuitous before themselves in compassions of nurturing and honoring the distinct. Disclaimer: I do not declare that I own rights to the images/music/videos within this story. They have been included solely for visual purposes. All rights are reserved to the primary holders of such.

!: 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. !: 𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘬𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘫 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝙊𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙟 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙧𝙙𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨. And for her, that's really nerdy. Faced with a mother who doesn't really care about her, a father who vanished without a trace after an altercation, and neglect from most of her peers, she, her cousin Lauren, and her best friend since diapers Danielle, have been navigating the world of Colin Proust High school for the past 3 years. It is now the start of senior year and a new school "Confessions Page" has appeared on their Instagram timelines. At first, it is just something to browse, but certain people, and certain circumstances turn Onika's already hectic world upside down. Only then, she meets somebody who is a little strange to her, she just can't decide if she likes it or not. With being popular, comes a big reputation. For Beyoncé, her reputation is that of a whores. Ever since her mother died under mysterious circumstances, she runs through girls like it's nobody's business, her only source of sanity, her medication. After harboring a crush on the nerdy Onika Maraj, she finally notices her through one of her friends Instagram stories. Enamored by her hard work and beautiful face, she decides that she wants to make Onika hers, and nobody else's. Unfortunately, it's going to be a little harder than she thought. ╰┈➤ 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 ╰┈➤ ᴇꜱᴛ.2022 /ᴡɪᴛᴛᴇᴍɪᴇʀᴇ

𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏... Just when 20-year-old Beyoncé Knowles feels as if her life is going up in flames for the millionth time, her guardian angel shows up in the form of an altruistic, gorgeous, yet intimidating businesswoman named Onika Maraj.

Beynika❤️ suc·cu·bus /ˈsəkyəbəs/ noun, plural- suc·cu·bi [suhk-yuh-bahy] a demon in female form, said to have sexual intercourse with men (or women 😏) in their sleep. *originator of beynika God x Devil plot line/trope* Disclaimer: All work in this book is originally my own and all scenes/events that take place in this book are completely fictitious.

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how can you miss someone you've never met? cause i need you now but i don't know you yet but can you find me soon because i'm in my head yeah i need you now but i don't know you yet cause lately it's been hard they're selling me for parts and i don't wanna be modern art but i only got half a heart to give to you

(A beynika love story) I gasp, feeling her lips against neck, taking my bottom lip between my teeth, my hands placed securely on her shoulders as she wrapping my list drunken legs around her waist. "Bey" "Bey" "You know that's not my name." "Daddy, please." I whimpered. "I got you mamas."

A Beynika love story.

The city wasn't limited to anything nor anyone. Twenty-four year old, Onika Maraj, has obtained her bachelor's degree along with her cosmetology license, owning her own hair salon on the southside of the city. With barely any bodies under her belt, the good girl has been living the American dream her entire life. However, fate takes an unexpected turn when the biggest pusher of the city stumbles into her salon, shattering the boundaries of her tranquil existence. In the collision of their worlds, Onika is thrust into a chaotic dance of love, danger, and transformation. As the threads of her life intertwine with the enigmatic underworld, she must grapple with the dichotomy of her identity: the good girl with dreams entangled with the allure of the streets. Street Love, the first exhilarating installment in this gripping trilogy, explores whether a seemingly virtuous soul can evolve into a true ride-or-die. Amidst the pulsating rhythms of the city, Onika's journey becomes a mesmerizing tale of self-discovery, challenging perceptions, and the unpredictable twists that await when the lines between good and bad blur in the neon-lit streets.