𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 : 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐍•𝐀𝐌•𝐎𝐑

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

See it started one day by the store...

"𝐈 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐒𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬" -𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥. Cover by: @wordsbykay

RAPPER IMAGINES

A description of this story.... that's for me to know and you to read and find out about ***completed and being revamped whenever I feel like it*** If you cringe while reading that is not my fault, I started this when I was young and not very smart😭 R.I.P Bam🕊

"𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙩?"

"you my lil demon" china chuckled as she played with aidens hair. "oh for real?" he asked as he turned around to look at her. she smiled, all of her teeth showing before she spoke again. "yes boy." he ran his tongue across his bottom lip as he stared at china in her eyes. "you love me?" he tilted his head as his lips formed into a smirk. china wasted no time pecking his lips a few times before speaking "yes I love you." aiden grabbed her neck as he looked at her with now his redish looking eyes. "show me den ma .. since I'm yo lil' demon"

"𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗅, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌." She was everything he wasn't. Confident, precious, mature. Kentrell stared at the older women as if she had hung the moon and painted the stars across the dark sky. Amani was everything to him, but in such a quick accident, Kentrell soon feels his everything becoming but a distant memory - a...dream, some may call it.

and i don't need you hanging out wit bitches that you better then