ゾ baby , worship my hips & waist,
so feminine with grace.
i touch your soul when you hear me say,
" boy , let me be your woman ! "
⎯ in which toxic meets peace.
'*•.¸♡ a certifiedluvababe creation ♡¸.•*'
PLEASE READ MY STORY IN DARK MODE as this will just make for visuals & why you on light mode anyway? They might be fucking first chapter, you don't know. 🙄
& that's yo first red flag 🚩 bitch.
DISCLAIMER: THIS BOOK WILL INCLUDE THE FOLLOWING TALKS OF DRUGS AND ALCOHOLIC SUBTANCES ACTS OF VIOLENCE GRAPHIC SCENES X-RATED SCENES MATURE LANGUAGE DOMESTIC ABUSE EXTREME TOXICITY
if the following upsets you, this ain't the book for you babe 🥰
anyways enjoy hoe.
⠀» [ all i want for christmas by mariah carey ] «
⠀ 0:06────〇── -3:56 ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻ 'i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need. i don't care about the presents, underneath the christmas tree. i just want you for my own, more than you could ever know! make my wish come true, all i want for christmas is you. '
heyyy yall! stop ghost reading a vote, like?
Dayvon Daquan Bennett. Chicago, Il. December 20th.
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SURVEYING, the neighborhood, Dayvon perfected his backwood with a simple lick, sealing the blunt closed. To say it was cold was an understatement. Pulling on the hood of his Canada goose coat, he looked over at Booka playing on Grandbabii's Nintendo switch, he shook his head at how childish he was. "Book?"
"Book!?" Von repeated more firmly making him jump up fast.
"What bitch?! I was in a Mario cart tournament! That lil bitch peach fast!" He cursed irate tone in his voice.
"You got ah lighter folks?"
Booka stale faced him, "you ain't just hear shit I said huh?" Von stood there expressionless causing Booka to suck his teeth cutting his eyes at him. "Niggas man." He muttered patting his pockets for any sign of the BIC he had earlier. He pulled it out of the side pocket of his jeans tossing it to Von who caught it perfectly.
"Anyways bitch, you heard from Durk lately?" Von squinted looking over at Booka. "His hoe ass ain't been callin me."
"Yeah, I heard from percolator 3000, he ain't on shit but the same shit," Booka coughed, "him and My'Aja been coolin tho."
"Yeah, her and Egypt and Alana been hanging around each other and shit too."
"Damn, Aja ain't beat Alana ass for fuckin round wit Doodie?" Booka sighed a bit of disappointment in his voice. "Bitches just don't care bout shit no more, can't find a good fight nowhere!"
