By the faults of her ex, she was meant to be killed by the infamous Ghost. Only thing stopping him? The intense feeling of deep affection for her. Once they let each other into the depths of their cold hearts, what happens? They're indestructible, w...
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Los Angeles Ghost's Warehouse 2:34 pm
I poked my lip out finishing up my drawing that I had started on from yesterday morning.
Yea a nigga a gangsta but he's also dope as hell with the arts that's singing, drawing, painting, and dancing.
I huffed, sitting my book down and quickly putting a couple stacks of money over it as I heard heels clicking against the hallway floor. "Hey, nigga. What you up to?" My little sister Megan questioned, abruptly opening my office door.
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I mugged her, getting up from my seat. "Minding my business, you should do the same." I said, causing her to roll her eyes while walking further into my office.
She smiled, tapping her nails against my desk. "I was wondering since your my favorite person and all............. you got some money?" She questioned, trying to hug me.
I stepped back, smacking my lips, "Get yo ass back............ always asking me for some money. You better go ask momma. Ask one of them no good ass niggas I told you to stay away from." I shooed her away, she sucked her teeth flicking me off.
She went to grab a stack of money off my desk but I smacked her hand. "Ouch nigga. Stop being stingy............ oh who's this?" Megan pushed me out the way to grab the two pictures I had just recently drew.
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