𝑢𝑛𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛．

these six years of reading wattpad and tumblr better come in clutch. istg. 

happy new year!

merry christmas <3

i’m writing *devious giggle emoji*

story draft #3 
          
          Woah, woah, now. There’s no need for violence.” she chuckled. One of the men stepped up. It was the guy she shot in the abdomen. “The bitch dyed her hair.” he sneered. She frowned. “How are you doin, bud? I’m sorry about the other day. You guys startled me,” she shrugged. She was granted with no response. She nodded. Scarlette slowly reached for her inner coat pocket. Several guns cocked. “Hold on, hold on. Relax! Damn…” she screamed. Who she assumed to be the leader held his hand up. She revealed her gun and sat it ground. “I surrender.” she truly did. She didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have a plan. She was honestly scared, but she couldn’t let it show. The leader slowly picked up the gun, his eyes not leaving hers. “Portala dal Capo!” he yelled. The army of men ambushed her. She was pushed and shoved around. “Watch it, bitch! This is a Valentino trench coat! These shoes? Rene Caovilla!” she hissed. “Shut the fuck up!” was the last thing she heard before she was met with the dark interior of the SUV. 
          

story #2 draft 
          
           “You missed the bus,” he pointed out. “I did.” she shrugged. 
              “Why didn’t you run?” Michelle gave him a dry laugh. “I don’t run for the bus. Another is gonna come; maybe not on time, but eventually, it’ll come,” She got up and walked towards the pay phone. “What you doing?” “I’m calling in to tell them that I’m gonna be late” “What? Nah, hop in; I’ll take you,” Michelle looked at Cash’s car and then him and shook her head at him. “No, thank you,” as she dug through her purse for a quarter. “It’s eight thirty-two and you’re supposed to be there by, lemme guess, nine-thirty. With the bus alone, that’s a forty-five-minute commute and the next bus doesn’t for another twenty,” “Which is exactly why I’m calling in to tell them I’ll be late” she said picking up the pay phone. 
          
          “I just wanna help you, alright? I know you might hear about me but I just wanna make sure you’re not missing out on any money.” she hummed. “And what about all these other people here waiting for the bus?” “Would you please accept the ride?” Michelle hesitantly hung the phone up on the receiver and turned to him. “Where’s your car?” she sighed.
          

story #1 draft (the one i’m most likely to publish) 
          
          
          “You’re really here,” he exhaled. 
          
          “Congratulations. I hope that you and Natalia have a wonderful future and beautiful chil–”
           
          She was interrupted by a kiss on her lips. Before she could melt, she pushed him away and wiped her lips. Vincent was insulted. 
          
          “You are engaged. Bethrothed. You’re getting married in three months. What do you take me for?”
          
          Vincent chuckled at her feigned rectitude.
          
          “You know you’re my woman.” She turned around to leave but her wrist was caught again
          
          “Junia. Stop playing games. You wouldn’t be here if you were as righteous as you’re making yourself seem. You’re here for me.”
          
          “I had to see it with my own eyes. That you’ve moved on; that you’re over me”
          
          “And I’m not. I don’t think I could ever move on from you. I’m not gonna marry Natalia.”
          

i’ve been thinking about getting back into writing. i’m a little rusty but i have like… two bwwm stories in my documents and a black love one. i think i’ll post excerpts on here to get a feel. 

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