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Headlights by MarshannaEdits
Headlights
MarshannaEdits
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Detroit is one of the most dangerous cities in America. It's flooded with gangs, drugs, and violence. Everybody is doing what they can to get by and that's exactly what Robyn's trying to do. Her mother just recently dragged her to this city all the way from Barbados due to a job opportunity she just couldn't pass up, and now Robyn's forced to make a whole new life for herself. She knows her life will be better here, but it's hard to stay positive when the place you live is filled with poverty and crime. ------ This is a marshanna fanfiction (Eminem x Rihanna) -------- In no way are Rihanna and Eminem's lives in the story similar to their actual lives other then some family members and interests. They have been molded to fit the theme of the story. --------- Highly Explicit FanFiction due to Drugs/Violence/Sexual Themes
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It's Only Acting by MarshannaEdits
It's Only Acting
MarshannaEdits
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Between the endless song writing and concerts Eminem, otherwise known as Marshall Mathers, has a small aspiration toward acting. One day his manager, Paul, comes to Marshall with a script for a new movie where he would play the lead character. Of course no movie would be complete without a steamy love story. Marshall agrees to take on the role, but the question still remains on who would be playing the lead female role. Marshall arrives on set the first day of filming and sees someone he only thought he'd interact with on stage. The one and only Rihanna. ------ This is a Marshanna fanfiction (Eminem x Rihanna) ------ This story is rated R/NC-17/M Due to VERY EXPLICIT sexual themes, drug usage, language, and violence.
Write About Me by SayWowBackwards
Write About Me
SayWowBackwards
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"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.