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All The Things

Leituras 2,164
Votos 99
Capítulos 9
Tempo 1h 24m

Leituras 2,164
Votos 99
Capítulos 9
Tempo 1h 24m

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"...When I think of that woman...I think of you." Pac reads on a folded piece of paper he wrote on. 

Almost in tears, I attempt to keep my composure and give him a sly look. Honestly, it was good, but I'm not giving him the satisfaction of knowing it. Arrogant ass.

"Sooo...what you think?" His deep raspy voice says laying on the carpeted floor next to me.

"You alright with me, baldy. Who you trying to pursue?" I say chuckling laying on my side to face him.

"Honestly?" He ask looking up to the sun roof as he spoke. 


"That's all I would want you to be." I retort looking at the nerves pump in his head. 


"You know. To me nothing's forbidden when love is involved." He says randomly still looking up at the sun roof into the night. 

"What do you mean by that?" I ask giggling honestly confused, looking up to the roof myself to see what's so interesting.

The next thing I knew, those chapped hands caressed my chin pulling me over to face him. 

"You." He says swiftly before planting his plump lips on mine.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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KILLER'S WEB , de Akarist

"Arturo, listen...." "Acid," he corrected. I waved it off. "Arturo, this has to stop," "What has to stop?" He asked nonchalantly as always. "This!" I swing my hand, gesturing between us. "We can't continue doing this. It has to stop. We can't be together. It is not right." He rolled his eyes. "I am older than you. There is a ten years gap between us, can't you see that?!" He shrugged. "Feels like ten minutes," I scoffed in disbelief. "Feels more like ten seconds," he said, adding to my frustration. "What the....are you even understanding the point i am trying to make right now?" He got on his feet, letting out at sigh. "Listen, Mami, I didn't have breakfast today because my belly and taste buds were craving something else." I furrowed my brows in confusion. What the.... "Can you do me a favor, get your hot self on that desk behind you and spread your legs so I can have an indecent breakfast?" 〽️〽️〽️ When twenty-five-year-old Arturo Giovanni, infamously known as "Acid," the stone-cold killer of the Vikings Mafia, set his eyes on his professor's new assistant, Annie Santiago, a thirty-five-year-old single, inexperienced, and old-fashioned beauty, something in his lifeless heart, which thrived on ending lives, stirred. He became obsessed, determined to make Annie his, no matter the ten-year age gap, the forbidden student-teacher connection, or his deadly reputation. 〽️〽️ Hey, Dark Romance😈

TOUCH ME ANYWAY (18+), de Sweet_S_H

"Or do you want Daddy to make you forget about him?" "And next time you talk about my ass, make sure I haven't caught you staring at it." "I'm sick, Trouble. I'm sick and you're the only thing that stops the shaking." "That's it. Show me how much you hate it." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Leona: The forbidden target. As the guitarist's sister, she was supposed to be off-limits, but she became Draven's "Trouble" instead. Resilient but haunted, she has spent the summer tour navigating a dark, electric frequency with a man who looks at her like she's the only thing worth saving, and the only thing worth destroying. Draven: A lethal rock god with a predatory streak and a silent, unhinged obsession. He doesn't just protect; he claims. Feral, territorial, and grumpy personified, he is a man of raw rage who would gladly watch his empire burn to the ground if it meant keeping the world's hands off what is his. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was supposed to be a simple summer tour. No distractions. No scandals. And definitely no touching his best friend's sister. For Draven and Leona, the "ghost" era was the only way to survive. They existed in the silence, in stolen glances and a heavy, unspoken frequency that hummed beneath the roar of sold-out stadiums. But secrets this dark can't stay hidden in the light of the paparazzi's flash. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ✨#1 in enemieswithbenefits #1 in tension #4 in oppositesattract #98 in seduction #40 in brothersbestfriend #11 in secretaffair #94 in secretrelationship #10 in wealthy #13 in rockstar

My Ruin, de KayliaP

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Bare for you (French Mafia Romance), de fadedreign

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ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ? • Tᴜᴘᴀᴄ Sʜᴀᴋᴜʀ x Bɪᴀɴᴄᴀ ʟᴀᴡsᴏɴ cover

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ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ? • Tᴜᴘᴀᴄ Sʜᴀᴋᴜʀ x Bɪᴀɴᴄᴀ ʟᴀᴡsᴏɴ

"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__