The vengeance in her veins

The vengeance in her veins

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Prologue: The Vengeance in Her Veins It all began with the beat-the rhythm in Jazmine "Jazzy" Rivers' soul. She wasn't just a rapper; she was the truth in every verse, the pain, the struggle, the rise from nothing. Brooklyn was her stage, her mic, her home. But everything changed fast. She trusted them-her team, her day ones, the ones who swore they'd ride or die. Loyalty? Just a word they twisted. They sold her out. Her closest allies planted the evidence, spun the lies, and framed her for a crime she didn't commit: murder. Cold-blooded and brutal. No time to fight, no time to explain. The system was faster than the truth. Jazzy was thrown behind bars for something she didn't do. The world believed the lies, and she screamed in the darkness of her cell, praying for someone to listen. But no one did. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. The weight of it crushed her. The rage inside her became a wound that wouldn't heal. Every night, the darkness pressed closer, the injustice suffocating her. Why me? Then came the end. Jazzy never expected death behind those walls. Betrayed by those she trusted, her life was snuffed out by a corrupt guard. They thought they had silenced her, buried the truth. But they didn't account for the rage-a rage stronger than death. Jazzy's soul didn't leave. It lingered, burning with hatred. Her body became a vessel for an ancient demon of vengeance. It was her, but it wasn't. The spirit of the wronged wouldn't be forgotten. They thought burying Jazzy meant they were free. But vengeance had risen in her place. The girl they destroyed was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous. She was back. Jazzy Rivers was dead. But the demon in her body? It was just getting started.
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𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

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