To Kentrell, the boy Who taught me that everything you desire isn't always what you deserve, and every " I love you" shouldn't cause you pain.

Nestled along the sun-kissed coastline of Santa Cruz, your life seemed to be crafted from a canvas of vibrant colors, fragrant ocean breezes, and the gentle hum of your idyllic nail studio. Your home-a sprawling, beautiful house with its white-washed walls and terracotta roof-served not only as a sanctuary but also as a realm where art adorned each nail that brushed against your clean, sleek workspace. Each day, you welcomed clients into your world, a bubbling facade of laughter and creativity, all while your heart carried a secret that loomed larger than the crashing waves outside. While your hands expertly transformed dull nails into dazzling works of art, your heart was a canvas splattered with the colors of yearning and desire. My older sister, Beatrice, was the life of every party, with a magnetic charm that pulled people toward her like moths to a flame. But her brightest star, her obsession, was none other than NBA YoungBoy-her best friend yet also the man whose wild essence had stolen your heart. Years of unspoken admiration existed between you two, tangled like the strands of your sister's hair after a whirlwind night, beautiful yet chaotic. In the quiet hours of the night, while Beatrice dreamed confidently of winning his heart, you found yourself ensnared in a tumultuous affair of hidden glances and fleeting moments. With the ocean's whispers entwined with the pulse of the city's underworld, where crime danced with romance, you were torn between loyalty to your sister and the dizzying pull of the man whose heart was a constant enigma. What would happen when secrets collided and fragile bonds began to unravel? This is your story-a tale of love, rivalry, and the choices that would shape lives in unexpected ways. As the sun dipped below the horizon each evening, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, you knew that the tides of your existence were changing, and the waves were about to crash.

𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙘𝙮𝙘𝙡𝙚. 𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡. 𝘼𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙪𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙬𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠; 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.

𝒏𝒐·𝒕𝒐·𝒓𝒊·𝒆·𝒕𝒚 /ˌ𝒏ō𝒅əˈ𝒓īə𝒅ē/ 𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 Revamped 20/01/23- 08-07-23 UNEDITED ⚠️⚠️

He was a stalker , he was a killer and she was a happy jolly girl , who brought light to his life. He had to have her even if it was fatal.

He was obsessed with her... He needed to have her

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They were visiting an old friend from high school. That's what her boyfriend told her, and she believed it. She didn't expect for the visit to end with her boyfriend dead, and her on the run with his killer. This is a Two Part Short Story so yes there's only two chapters and yes it's complete. Enjoy bestie

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