"𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞"

It's really worth da shit

Don't judge a book by its cover.

I knew he was no good. I was right all along, I was just another chick he fucked on. What happens when another man comes along? | All Rights Reserved | Short Story - Ending @ Chapter 15 HORRIBLE STORY - DO NOT RECOMMEND 😂😂😂

"𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚙" -𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟵𝘁𝗵 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟵

❝I'ma Reunite With My Demons, We Gon' Be In Heaven Trappin'.❞ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀsᴇ, HELL.

" '𝑪𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."

"He that nigga and I'm that nigga jr. 🙂" TOXIC BE AWARE. ©𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟴

"Get out of there, Reagan! That bitch could be trying to kill you!" I heard in my ear, but of course I ignored. I found this intriguing. He was bowing down to me, Domonique was stepping to my family's level and it made me smirk in the inside because I enjoyed a challenge. "Yes, it's Reagan and I'm pretty sure you know I didn't come here to discuss the drowsy pictures hanging up around this pissy restaurant nor am I hear to discuss me." He sniled, but I wasn't finished yet as I crossed my hands and my legs at his perfect smile. The lights were bright in the room and it only helped to convey his emotions for me right now and that smile. "My family and I wanted everything to be crystal between us, good, but since your family would like to threaten to take our territory, you can fucking die trying." I was about to stand up as he grasped my leg under the table while taking a sip of wine from his glass with his other hand. "Don't make thre--" I smiled, as he let go of my leg. I reached my face over the table, up in his face. "We don't make threats, we make promises." He smiled, and grabbed onto my chin. I looked into his eyes, as we sat toe to toe, head to head, and lips to lips. "Prove it, baby." ------ After losing her older brother, her only true guidance in life, Reagan Rose is stuck trying to figure who killed her brother mercilessly in the streets, but with everyone around her being the enemy, it's gonna be hard figuring out who the true killer is athand. Domonic Phillips, with a bad childhood, and troubled mind, he finds hisself in a world of trouble and has to face his demons once he makes one fatal decision. Completed and Copyrighted.

'love is like a drug, & I'm addicted.' ad•dict•ed : physically and mentally dependent on a particular substance, and unable to stop taking it without incurring adverse effects.