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Players Game

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Parts 13
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Reads 2,735
Votes 73
Parts 13
Time 1h 45m

Mature

drama drugs money thug

I've been a hustler my whole life. My dad I've never seen him. My mom died from kidney failure when I was three. I've been in and out of foster homes since then. I'm about to be 18 and I refuse to loose the game. Believe me when I say this, "I'm about to get whats mine!"All Rights Reserved

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Deception (Urban Fiction) by beautifullychy

Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.

The Dream of Millions. Jane Scott's Years by Kureigu

My name is Jane. Before I was born my dad won the euro millions lottery but had to spend it all on me for medical expenses because I had a potentially fatal heart infection. I had surgery and I'm ok now. I'm just about to start college and my family and I are struggling to get by money wise; when my dad got a letter from my deceased mother saying that she saved us 3 million pound and I could have half. This story us about what happens next. *The sequel to 'Living the Dream of Millions'*

#SorryNotSorry by JayAlleyce

Story about me. Kailar. Ever thought about this bitch called life? I mean really sat there and wasted time thinking about your life. I have. Shit gets grimey. People want something for nothing and when you don't have it, they get mad like you the problem. #SorryNotSorry is gonna be about that life. How I planned it, but what the fuck kept me from gettin it. Twenty four years old and seems like I don't have a damn thing to show for it. Or so it seems.

Feel Un-wanted by kyahh09

I was put in a foster home when I 8 years old. My mother died at birth so I stayed with my grandma until she past when I was eight. I been put in then takin out of more foster homes than I can count, I never stayed longer than 2 months. All the people I been with never wanted me. I don't know why. All I wanted was a family to love me and they all gave me back to the state and the state put me in another home. Finally this lady kept me but just for the money. Im 18 years old and im now out the system and out on my own. (I accidentally put the name Taylor. I tried to find where I did that yet and replace that name with Mya) p.s. There is a lot of mistakes to bare but with me or keep it pushing

A Is For Adam... by Windexcasey

He was the best and worst older brother. I thought I'd never be able to say, "hey, you turned out to not be a complete douche". His smile was the best, his influence changed my world. His death knocked me off balance. he died for a monster named Heroin, and I'll never forgive him completely for it. Yeah, miss him? Tons. Never forgive? Possibly. At the moment, I don't know what to think. That's why I'm trying to sort this shit out. I'm going to find forgiveness somewhere, but he'll have to work for it. Dead or alive.

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 by naiithewriterr

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

Dangerously In Love (editing) by XxPandaBebexX

I was just having a walk, from me and my mom arguing over my life and job. I usually don't let them get to me but this argument did . I regretted leaving my house when I witness something horrifying . *Do not copy*

Body Party (Editing) by CookMe_ImDope_

Yn the name hun and right now your going to be entering my world of craziness. Drama? Well you might as well say my family be looking for it. I'm a stripper at "The Dollhouse" an honestly I'm just trying to find a reason to let it go. It's basically a dead end job that makes good ass money. I don't associate with these bum ass bitches up in there and they know that. They know if they come at me the wrong way.... Somebody's head getting chopped off on SIGHT. Fuck y'all thought this was? I'm a true gangsta and I only stick to myself when it comes to killing a bitch. Remember I Shoot To Kill. Who's Marie? That's my sister baby and she's not the one to be fucked with. 20 years old is her lifestyle. Once she got in the stripping business it was easy for her to come out. They didn't call her "Minnie" for nothing. Then there was a Kyrie... A fuck boy wannabe thug. Your a fucking sidekick... Stay that way. Being his girl on the low is the hardest thing I'm doing but seeing Dre from high-school with him homeboys is a different thing for me.... Who will I pick? Whose side your own? and whose going to make it in the cut? Read and find out.

Trapgirl: Thugs Know Love by JenessaBADaxx

I'm Daya. I'm 17, 5'5", slim, and I'm a real baddie. My mom just lost her job so now we have to go live with my grandmother. That means a new school and basically starting my new life. My dad been out of the picture for about 16 years so it's just me, my mom, and my lil sister, Kaya. I don't look for drama. It always find me. I'm Tes. I'm 18, 6'3", and I hustle. I grind cause I don't want see my momma struggle. She did her best raising 3 kids with no man behind her and she deserve the best. I'm trynna give it to her. I'm not a player but I know how to play the game if that make sense. Daya and Tes are two opposite yet similar people. When they cross paths, a spark ignites but can it stay lit for them. They go through ups, downs, flips, and turns but is it possible for thugs to really love?

Sin. {Urban Love Story} by Nyahxoxo

My parents are those boogie, stuck up black people who think they the shit. They've always brained washed me from young and told me not to go for the hood rats and thugs- to always find a good rich man to take care of me. Growing up in a rich neighborhood and private schools, money and success is all I know. In all my seventeen years of living I never thought I would go against my parents words and fall for a Thug.

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Deception (Urban Fiction) cover

The Dream of Millions. Jane Scott's Years cover

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Deception (Urban Fiction)

Warning: Mature audiences only. "I love you," he whispered seductively in my ears sending chills throughout my entire body. I was more than in love with this man. He had my mind going wild with just a single touch of his soft hands against my skin. "I want you," he says as he gently pulls me into his arms and kisses my lips passionately. Making my body want more of the sensational feeling his affection created in my body. I was most definitely sprung and I honestly didn't want this amazing feeling he gave me to ever end. He was phenomenal, and he had all of the attributes I looked for in a man. He was fine as hell, romantic, consistent, loyal, funny, active, and had money. "How can a man be so perfect?" I thought in my head as I looked lustfully into his dark brown eyes. "Or maybe he isn't as perfect as I think?" I questioned myself being opened to the possibility that I was slightly blinded by his perfections. "Or what if he's playing me and he's not who I think he is at all?" I thought jokingly, quickly eliminating that possibility. ****************** Who is this wondrous man? is he as great as he seems? Or are the possibilities endless? Follow Nevaeh Nicole Johnson on her search for happiness. Maybe she's already found it? But you'll have to find out.