Fat Black Rapper Novels & Stories

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”

***Give me all that you got now Make you want me cause I'm hot now Am gone, so faded I'm on one Bang bang pop off like a long gun If you a lame nigga you ain't making no noise Get faded, turn up with the big boys Live fast, die young that's my choice Get money, get money like an invoice You can mob or lead the whip Make the money, make the grip I'll be stunnin' with my clique Getting faded till we drip Man, I love to get on I love to get 2 on When the drink be too strong When the trees be way too strong...***

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

He know that his following was substancial enough that his posts would be shared on social media on different platforms. He felt although he could get any woman he felt he connected with Tess and trusted she wasnt with him for his money. Although he did not trust woman around him they would throw themselves at him until they realized he wouldn’t spend any money on them. They would quickly lose interest. He knew Tess must know his rich status now and follow his platforms for any hint he was fresh on her trail. Some days he would say he hated her others the opposite.

“I’m just thankful to you.” “Black. I’m Black.” Black sat beside Grey and unbuttoned his shirt. “Done.” Blackarlito Munteriru Fufu C. Quizo—Black—was the middle child and the only son among three siblings. He was a famous model, gifted with looks that could make anyone kneel. His eyes were striking, his nose well-defined, and his smile could make people say yes to whatever he wanted. He was tall, with a perfectly built physique. “My pants. Please, man,” Grey ordered.

Jackson looked sharply at Leah. "Damn, you're the craziest man of all the men I've slept with." "And you're a slut who only works astride, but you can make hundreds of dollars." Leah was so defeated, she couldn't reply to Jackson's words. In all her years as a prostitute, she had never been demeaned in such a way by her clients. Only Jackson dared to demean them, including the one with the caustic mouth. "I'm silent, not because I'm losing; I'm silent because I don't want to answer your words."

Fatty wanted to make a move, but then he suddenly remembered that look, he had never seen such a look in his entire life. This kind of look was by no means something a normal, sane person would have. The fat man hesitated for a moment. "Dead fatso, this nature of yours, you're just a mother-in-law!" Jane Tong was anxious in her heart, watching Fatty hesitate on both sides. The one who was able to make a move right now was Fatty, the leader of the gangster and the strong big man were both injured.

Then I laughed, "You need to be careful...you could get the reputation that you're easy. If I'm gonna get lucky, I should at least treat you to dinner and a movie...or buy you a fuckin' beer." Then he grinned, continuing the sexy teasing, "Well, I am easy, and you can plan on getting lucky...why don't you take me home and buy me that beer there." He laughed, "It's fat cock Friday! I wanna feel that big thing throbbing in my hands...wanna swallow a load...and then have you fuck me stupid and fill me with the second!" I shook my head, laughing, "You are horny as fuck...but fat cock Friday? Where did that come from?"

He was bad with words. He was horrible with words. Now he had lost two most important people in his life. vote + comment extra chapter bec you guys voted on the last updates.

“Oh, so that’s how you morons like to play it, huh? You want this business to blow, don’t you? Fine! I guess you people think you’re way too good for Yuzuean’s state-of-the-art products. Your fat loss, not mine. I’m leaving, and don’t try to beg me to come back!” He turned away and started toward the door. Not wanting to lose the chance, Javier chirped, “Beg my *ss.” The fat man’s blood boiled. No one had ever dared talk to him like this before—no-f*cking-one! “What the f*ck!? What’s with that low IQ mouth, huh? Are you begging me to hang you?” “Hang my *ss.” That was Javier’s cavalier reply.