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Underbelly {CENTRAL CEE} by Xstuhcii
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un·der·bel·ly /ˈəndərˌbelē/ noun A hidden unpleasant or criminal part of society. "the dark underbelly of a ghetto" "I do for me and mine how I see fit. Even if I have to wage war against everything in my path." His voice so powerful it felt like it cracked the earths core. With such precision and not even an ounce of remorse, he pulled back the top piece of his gun, the man beneath him began to beg. "Please Ce-" was all he let out before his body twitched as bullets riddled his body, followed by a loud thump. Welcome to the twisted tango of the Underbelly. ****Unedited/Unrevised****
amsterdam ( central cee ) by nunyabibi
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Hanne, 22, is an international student pursuing a bachelor's degree in medicine in West London. One night her cravings draw her to the familiar convenience store at the corner of her flat. This convenience store, in particular, was known for having quite a reputation...
Fallin' {CENTRAL CEE} by Xstuhcii
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"I'm sorry." I say sincerely through the phone. Her beautiful eyes bloodshot and her nose reddened from crying, she looks at me wearily. "I'm...I'm so tired." She sighs, her voice muffled through the static of the line. "We're going to fix it okay..just, just please don't-" Killian hangs the phone up. "Leave." I quietly finish. Sequel of UNDERBELLY Loosely based of Fallin' by Alicia Keys
𝐘𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 by Ib3writing
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Sefe (Seh-fey) is a different girl, smart, creative, extroverted yet introverted. She's super intelligent, except for when it comes to these niggas. She wants love. Craves it, prays for it, desires with such a deep intensity that it hurts. She looks for it in Roman, but continuously he lets her down. She wants to be done with him; hate him. But how could she hate the first person to ever nestle their head between her thighs? This doesn't start as love, but through the crossing of opposing light and differing eclipses-maybe it'll end up there-one can hope.