Time to grow up Sequel to We Make Waves

Long Beach, California. Slauson Hills, California. Beverly Hills. You can take the girl from the hood.. but you can't take the hood from the girl. Y/n Y/ln, raised by her father in Japan until she was twelve when she was sent to the states with her two brothers to live with their mother. Straight into the heart of Long Beach, California. Growing up in Long Beach shifted her view. Instead of coming out of it in a cliche way, she falls into the trap of drugs, stealing, doing anything to get what she wants. But.. that's not all she is. She knows how to make music with her own two hands and something to record it on. With this, her and her brother Maru take the world by storm with their music. She makes it, he raps over it. All they want is one tour, one tour.. And they get it. But who happens to be on that tour turns everything around. What was just suppose to be music turns into Lust, Drugs, spiritual healing.. and heartbreak. Jhene brings waves to an already tsunamic Y/n. Yellow sun meets Blue water. And.. They Make Waves. Y/n gip daddy

Hikaru Y/n Tanaka Before the fame...

the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming. This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, read the first one to understand the story.

Not to brag but... this story was #1 in Rihanna stories for about a month.. just saying.. Summary: When you break social norms and you break records, you become confident in who you are. Y/n Y/Ln, an Atlanta native with a full ride scholarship to Howard University. For football. An intersex female not only playing college football but also a 'Big Brother' of her frat house. An intersex female playing college football on a scholarship to an historical black college while in a fraternity. Let that sink in... She's use to having her way and getting what she wants. The whole city knows her name, her posters on almost every bar wall, her jersey advertised. She is assured of who she is, well, that is until a Bajan bad girl shows her how assured she really isn't. All of it starts by one viral video. G!p Y/n

"I own you? What the hell is that even supposed to mean?!" "Everything that I am," the demon stated calmly, "is yours to do as you please. The blood contract bounds me to you." "I don't...I don't understand. You're a demon, and you're mine?!" "Until the day you die, I will happily satisfy your every need." "What's the catch?" The demon growled, smirking slowly, "I'll tell you on your due date."