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a girl drenched in emotional scars and a rapper tangled by toxic demons are forced to face their legal issues together. Little did they know of the sparks they'd electrify within each other. warning: profanity/drugs/death referrences highest rank: #1 in #LilUziVert,#1 in #lil and #390 in random 🥀 ❤ a lil uzi vert and jasmine sanders' fanfiction❤ offficially started uploading: october 5th, 2018 Cover Made By| @decultured 😘 ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ஜ۩۞۩ஜ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ She lifted my shirt all the way and began to trace a certain area of my stomach. Her touch had electricfied my insides. "War? What does that mean?" She said, referring to one of my bold tattoos. She traced it carefully War---the demons versus me. The world versus me. Everybody and everything was against me. I didn't believe anyone was on my side. So one day, not too long ago, I decided to get a tattoo that summed up my life. War. "It means a lot." Of course I couldn't tell her the full story. No one but me could know. "You always do that." "Do what?" "You always leave me in the dark---why do you leave me in the dark? I hate the dark." "Because--I can't trust---anyone." I stuttered, feeling as if Jasmine was beginning to rip the outer layers of me and discover my hidden secrets. "You can trust me." I stared at her for some time and I believed in her every word. She had seemed so honest, so easy to trust. I thought it would have been foolish not to believe in her. "What if you leave?" Then I'd be broken all over again. I'd have a scar overlapping on other scars. Who would fix me then? Who would save me from myself? Jasmine crouched down, her hands still firmly placed on my chest. Her lips pressed against my tattoos, sending my nerves to panic once more. "I won't leave you--I'll find a way for the both of us, Uzi. I promise." She hummed against my skin. "Even if you--find out who I really am?" I asked shakily. "I wont ever

Brain on drugs, still ain't go no peace of mind.

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What happens when the tables turn and Nola and Jahseh's kids start discovering symptoms of Multiple Personality Disorder? Will they start following in Jahseh's devious and past footsteps? Book 3 of The Kidnapped Series

Jahseh Dwayne Onfroy aka X my lover and fellow gang member. ~A gangster love story~

You've heard about girls being sold, but what happens when xxxtentacion is one of the buyers? Warning: Viewer Discretion is Advised

"Don't touch my shit, don't even look at my shit. Don't even breathe around me because don't nobody wanna smell yo' fuckin' breath." I scrunched my face up. "First of all, your shit is whack. Second of all, your breath is way worse than mine, so that so-called rule should be from me to you." He stood up from his bed before shoving me out of his room. "I don't give a fuck what you say. Just stay the fuck out my way." He slammed the door before I could say anything back. I angrily socked his door before storming down the hall to my room. I already hate it here.