Shotta (Thug Story)
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  • Parts 3
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  • Reads 146
  • Votes 4
  • Parts 3
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Aug 28, 2015
Amaree Pov
 Hey Im Amaree Johnson Im 19 years old , I have a 2 year old daughter who father who was shot and killed , my parents disowned me once they found out i was pregnant at 17... Oh yea my daughter name is Aubree Dearra Johnson. I work 2 jobs to provide for us welp dat all i can say oh yeah i have 1 bessfrand dat been ther for me since we came out da womb together lol. Hername Keriana that bihh is cray and wild . She speaks the truth none stop and she dgaf if she hurt yo feelins. i also have a sister that still talks to me ever since she found im pregnant her name Yasmine.
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BOOK #3 He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous. I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time. Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is. I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me. Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way. But we can't... we're not supposed to be together. We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide. Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me. But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him. And still, he doesn't care. ---- Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected. Exactly my type. I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in. And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe. But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me? I want him. And I will have him.