My Nigga

My Nigga

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione lun, lug 17, 2017
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You see the phrase "My Nigga" brings a sense of home, a feeling of senerity. It puts you at ease to know that a certain set of people have your back no matter what, been through thick and thin. When you are around those people it always a ride or die situation till the end. When you see your niggas it's always a party because the type stuff yall do, yall may never know when it yall turn six feet under. Everyday is life or death that's when the cash came. Loyalty is always the number one priority. You die for your nigga, lie for you nigga , take a bullet for your nigga, you neva put a hoe before your nigga. Because that's just your muthafuckin' nigga You fuck with my niggas you fuckin' with yo life boy _______________________________________ [Name] Patterson is an average sixteen year old girl, slim thick built, wide hips , b-cup breast and a nice baxside, plump lips, small nose, dark pupils to match her midnight colored shoulder lenght thick kinky hair with a dark brown complexion not to mention the small scar running from her side of her forehead through her nicely arched eyebrows giving her an edge. All in all [Name] was beautiful and that was her advantage in the game. [Name] personality contradicts her princess like looks, [name] is fearless, sarcastic, sadistic, a machonist but you can't do anything but love her , that's how she should be in her line of work, well most wouldn't consider being a vilian work but it what she does and loves. She isn't in it alone though she has her ride or dies with her and they have acomplished a lot over the one year they have been vilians by night and students by day. Ironically they are good vilians they do not keep the ransomes they give then to the less fortunate so you could call them heros in disguise the goverment is the real master mind and that is their mission to over through it. [Name] is tough so she will bring Hell afterall her name isn't Hellcat for nothing
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"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.

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