๐—ก๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ | ๐—ก๐—•๐—” ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๏ฟฝ...

By yeah_dis_queen

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Kentrell Gaulden aka NBA Youngboy has gotten everything he's ever wanted, but he's still not complete. He nee... More

๐—™๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐——๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐Ÿคง
๐—œ ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐Ÿฅบ
๐—๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐Ÿ˜ด
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜๐—ถ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐Ÿ˜
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐Ÿ™„
๐—ช๐—ต๐˜† ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜๐Ÿ˜”
๐—ฌ-๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ ๐—ต๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜๐Ÿ˜ž
๐—œ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ
๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ž๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐Ÿฅณ
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ž๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐Ÿ˜ช
๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ฎ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜„๐˜๐˜†๐Ÿ˜ฉ
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—น๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐Ÿ’š
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ž๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น๐Ÿ˜ค
๐—œ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐˜†๐Ÿ˜
๐—ฌ๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐Ÿ˜’
๐—•๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐Ÿ’”
๐—œ๐—ฌ๐—”๐—ก๐—ก๐—” ๐—œ๐— ๐— ๐—” ๐—•๐—˜๐—”๐—ง ๐—ฌ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ฅ ๐—”๐—ฆ๐—ฆ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ
๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ป๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฃ
๐—›๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐˜† ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜†๐Ÿ’•
๐—ง๐—ผ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
๐—•๐—˜๐—”๐—ง ๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ ๐—”๐—ฆ๐—ฆ ๐—ก๐—”๐—ข๐— ๐—œ๐Ÿ‘Š๐Ÿพ
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜‡๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐Ÿฅด
๐—ฌ๐—˜๐—”๐—› ๐—œ ๐—š๐—ข๐—ง ๐—ฌ๐—ข ๐—•๐—œ๐—ง๐—–๐—›๐Ÿ˜ 
๐— ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐Ÿ˜
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒโฃ๏ธ
๐—ง๐—ผ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐Ÿ˜Ž
๐—œ ๐—ด๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐˜‚ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐Ÿ˜ซ
๐—ก๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜๐Ÿ˜‚
๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜†๐Ÿฅฐ
๐—ก๐—”๐—ข๐— ๐—œ ๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฆ ๐—๐—จ๐—ฆ๐—ง ๐—” ๐——๐—”๐— ๐—ก ๐— ๐—ข๐—ฉ๐—œ๐—˜๐Ÿ˜‘
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐ŸŒš
๐—ก๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚โœจ
๐—ฌ๐—”๐—ฌ๐—” ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ง ๐—›๐—˜๐—ฅ๐—˜ ๐—ก๐—œ๐—š๐—š๐—”๐Ÿ”ซ
๐—œ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜, ๐—œ ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐Ÿคž๐Ÿพ
๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐˜๐Ÿคฃ
๐—œ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ปโค๏ธ
๐—œ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€โœ‹๐Ÿพ
๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿฟโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐—ฆ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ๐Ÿ™‚
๐—™๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โœŒ๐Ÿพ
๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐Ÿ‘
๐—ช๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐Ÿ’•
๐—œ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜€๐Ÿ˜ก
๐—œ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€๐Ÿ˜‰
๐—™๐—จ๐—–๐—ž ๐—œ๐—ง ๐—จ๐—ฃ ๐—œ๐—™ ๐—œ๐—ง๐—ฆ ๐—ฌ๐—ข ๐—•๐—œ๐—ฅ๐—ง๐—›๐——๐—”๐—ฌ๐Ÿ˜
๐—”๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐Ÿ˜ค
๐—œ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ฒ, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐Ÿ’ž
๐—œ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐Ÿฅ€
๐—˜๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐Ÿ’™
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐Ÿ’ค
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐ŸŒบ
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐Ÿ’œ
๐—•๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐Ÿ˜‡
๐—ค๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€

๐—•๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜…๐Ÿ‘…

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𝗞𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗚𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗻
𝗡𝗕𝗔 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗼𝘆
𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 20, 2020

"You seriously gone wear that?" I asked Naomi as we got ready for my party tonight for my birthday.

"Uhhh duhh, why else would I be wearing it?" She looked at me like I was stupid.

"Quit playing before I cut yo whole dress up and yo ass gone be spending the rest of the night looking like a lost puppy." I mugged her as she looked at me.

"You really be doing too much, don't be mad when you wake up dead in the morning." She mumbled.

"How the hell?" I asked.

Now she the dumb one.

Before she could respond, a knock came across the door.

Naomi went and opened it and I watched as Tory appeared.

I mean she's a cool ass lil girl, she spends more time over here than at her parents house.

It's like Naomi her mama or something.

They got a mama and daughter bond.

Which remind me, how the fuck I ain't get Naomi pregnant yet?

We been together for a long ass time and ion hear no babies crying.

"When is the party starting?" Tory asked.

"Soon, we just finishing getting ready." Naomi answered her as I tuned out of their conversation.

Mane ion even gotta have a party, I just want some pussy.

And get her pregnant, she gone gimme my real birthday gift late, about 9 months later but it's okay.

As long as I get a baby.

They finished their little conversation and Naomi put on her heels making me smack my lips.

"The dress show off your curves too much, just change." I sighed.

"No." She mumbled. "Leave me alone Kentrell, DAMN"

"Bet." I walked out of the room, heading downstairs hearing the gang.

As I was walking on the stairs, I felt a heel hit me in my head.

"NIGGA DON'T WALK OFF FROM ME LIKE THAT" She yelled. "WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK I AM? A PUSSY BITCH? NOOOO"

Naomi been acting mighty crazy lately.

Like the crazy when we first met.

I smiled to myself as I walked back upstairs looking for her.

As soon as I seen her, I took my hands and pushed her.

She hit the floor, BOOM.

I busted out laughing. "Don't be throwing shit at me."

"By time I get up, yo ass better be at the building for yo party, because you finna be dead and gone." I heard her mumble.

Laughing, I took off running downstairs. "SAY GANG COME ON BEFORE ME AND NAOMI BE FIGHTING"

I was just playing anyways.

"What you did to my mama?" Tory asked.

"Yo who?" I scratched my head.

"Naomi, my mama." She said.

Oh yeah, forgot she be calling her mama.

Wonder how her real mama feel about that, she must ain't doing something right.

Maybe we could adopt Tory.

"Kentrell, forreal though, stop playing I want some birthday cake." She rubbed her stomach as she walked downstairs ready. "Let's go."

"Ight baby." I nodded my head as we made our way out the house.

"Y'all sure Tory 16? She can be my future babymama." Ben looked at her.

"Don't put yo hands on that girl, perverted ass nigga." I shooked my head laughing.

"Says the one that was with that bad Barbie girl, or whatever her name is." Kd laughed.

"Old hoes, hold news the fuck up." I mugged him.

𝗡𝗮𝗼𝗺𝗶 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿
𝗡𝗮-𝗡𝗮

We soon made it to the building, and it was packed with people.

Damn how many motherfuckers in that bitch?

Getting out, I made sure Tory stayed close to me as me and Kentrell walked side my side.

Walking in, Kentrell's song Step On Shit was playing and I started nodding my head.

Tonight's gonna be fun.

I can already tell.

Looking around, I was looking for one thing.

"CAKEEEEEEEEEEE" I yelled as I tried running to it but Kentrell held my body.

"Damn, you acting like a kid in a candy store, chill mamas. We gone go to that later." He calmed me down.

I smacked my lips, I just wanted a slice.

"Where's Kendell sexy ass?" Tory immediately asked as she looked around.

"Ummmm." I mumbled pointing to him and Irulan.

"It's always the fine niggas, ughhhhh." She threw a fit like a lil kid.

"Tory calm the hell down, y'all can always be friends." I said, trying to make it better.

She'll be okay.

Kentrell then grabbed my hand out of nowhere, and lead me to this certain table.

He sat at the head of it, and I looked around.

"You my Queen, go sit on the opposite side lil lady." He smirked at me.

I nodded my head and took my seat on the opposite side, in front of him.

I think this was a special table made for only him and his family, cause there was only a certain amount of chairs.

"You wanna know what I really want Naomi?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked back.

The gang and Tory had ended up parting ways by now.

Ion even think Kentrell really wanna be here.

He doesn't like being around a lot of people.

The party lit and hype though, hopefully we get to dance and shit, because bullshit always pops off.

"Birthday sex." He smirked.

"I bet." I mumbled. "Surprised you ain't got me pregnant yet, I actually want a baby."

His eyes went wide. "Wait what? You do?"

"I mean yeah, Tory be giving me baby fever, cause she acts like a kid. I want a boy." I nodded my head.

He smiled big. "Shit it don't matter what we have, as long as you having my baby. I gotchu tonight though."

"Mhmmm, we'll see." I chuckled. "But can we have fun? It's your birthday, I want you to have fun."

"I'm having fun now just talking to you. So what you mean?" He asked.

I stood up, and walked to him pulling him out of his seat. "Let's goooooo."

"Okay okay ma." He let me pull him.

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Remember when I said I was gone end this book? I'm rethinking it now😔, I like this book😭

Excuse any mistakes ❤️

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