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Kumpleto, Unang na-publish Dec 01, 2013
You know Tupac right? Wrong, you don't. You don't know his life.
You don't know what he went through.
You only know his name.
Which is Tupac.
Well, how about this. How about I give you taste and something to remember. Im gong to tell you Tupac's life. As his representative., I find it only right that I tell you his story. Now, Read on... 
By the way, this story will be told from his P.O.V
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The Street Fighter *Original Version* ni mackenzienrose
17 parte Kumpleto
BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.
★ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅᴀʀɪᴇs ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ★   ni Lexinator04
8 parte Kumpleto Mature
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ? Murder... The word that people despised. It brought not only loss but stands for death. One of the many things that scares humans; as their was really no way to control it... One of the many things that changed her life forever. ~ "Please don't leave me." I pleaded, looking down at my my limp mother. Her blood went around us, staining the floor. This is all my fault... If only I had locked the door that night. The intruders words rang through my head, over and over again; like a broken record. "This is all your fault." My father spit. Breaking anything in his path. That day the old him was gone, never to return. The nightmare of this day would haunt me in my sleep; as my life was never the same. Life was unfair, the world is a horrible place. It was like everything came crashing down at one moment. The only person I had left after that was my best friend... We slowly grew apart as he didn't know what went on behind the doors of my house. Years passed, as the day still made my life worse. Not having the money to move I was still stuck in the same house... By the same river. Soon anouther murrder happened, the same way as... My mother's. Suspicions spread though the small town. A twenty minute ride to there. I would live in town to if I had the money. That day when the decective came to the door; it was just fate. As I didn't know it then... But, he would save me. It... Was just something about the way he looked at me; that made my heart go a mile a minute. (ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs 3,000 ᴡᴏʀᴅs ʟᴏɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ... ɴᴏ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀs ɴᴏᴛᴇs, ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. ©® ʟᴇxɪɴᴀᴛᴏʀ04)
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"ɪ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ, ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇs & ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴘ. ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 India, a young woman chasing a new life in Los Angeles after landing a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity at Death Row Records. But leaving New York means more than leaving home-she's also trapped in a controlling relationship with Quincy, a man whose love is laced with jealousy, violence, and power. When India steps into the world of Death Row, she enters a whirlwind of music, money, and danger. Surrounded by legends like Tupac Shakur, Dr. Dre, and Snoop Dogg, she quickly realizes the industry isn't just about beats and rhymes-it's about loyalty, survival, and knowing who to trust. But sparks fly when Tupac takes notice of her. What begins as a job assignment soon stirs up something deeper, pulling India into a dangerous triangle between ambition, love, and betrayal. While Quincy tightens his grip on her, India must decide if she has the strength to break free-or if the fast life of L.A. will swallow her whole. A story of music, survival, and forbidden connection, this fanfiction reimagines the world of hip-hop's most infamous label through the eyes of a young woman standing at the crossroads of love and destruction. @ɪɴᴅɪ3ᴀᴀ__
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The Street Fighter *Original Version*

17 parte Kumpleto

BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.