Mr. and Mrs. King

Mr. and Mrs. King

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Vennessa is a pretty name for a sweet girl... well this sweet girl is in a shit load of trouble with HIM. ____________________________ "Nessa, baby give.....give me the fucking keys" King yells in my face. This conversation was not over, and he isn't leaving until I get some fucking answers. " King fuck you, your not leaving until you tell me who that fucking whore was that was dancing all over you. " Stop being so got damn insecure, it was a nobody, your my boyfriend the only ass I want on me is yours. I Love You." He reached for my hand, grabbed the keys and put them in his pocket. I sighed "King stop...please stop lying, if you loved me we wouldn't be having this conversation." " Vennessa. we can talk about this later, right now I have a empire to run." He said walking past me. "King,,,King,,,KING!" He kept walking. ___________________________________________________________________ Julie Goodman, ironic name right Goodman is the last thing that anyone would call Julie. She doesn't have much, but she is managing to the new lifestyle in Cali. Well Julie may have followed the wrong people into a club and met a drug dealer. Will she fall head over heals for the guy, or will he fuck her and duck her. Read What he says goes to find out.
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Shanté: You were in her room, Jonathan! Jonathan: Ok, ok, I understand that but- Shanté: No, just shut up, ok! You hurt me. Badly. And- Jonathan: You hurt me too, Shanté. Quit playing victim all the damn time. Shanté: Well then I guess we shouldn't be together. We shouldn't talk, we shouldn't text, we shouldn't anything. We just might hurt each other again. He tears up which causes me to tear up. I let my tears run down my face & he continues to fight his tears but there's one that's at the literal edge of his eye waiting to be free Jonathan: ...but we're in love. Shanté: Well we're just going to have to be in love from afar. Jonathan: Shanté, I JUST got you back. Please. I can't...I can't lose you again. The tear that was on the edge of his eye finally drops & another falls out the other. I look into the eyes I once fell in love with & force myself to say Shanté: ...I can't do this anymore. *leaves* 🚨🚨🚨🚨Cuss words, sexual content, & n-word use🚨🚨🚨🚨 -I posted this story last year but decided to make a couple of changes🙂- Ps - Every character in this story is black EXCEPT for Elizabeth😗✌️

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