Fat Black Rapper Novels & Stories

"What? What did you just say, fucker?" Saint immediately rushes at me, but I grab him and pin him against the wall before he can touch me. "You're called Saint, but there's nothing righteous about you. You're a mere druggie who simply relies on us, the real businessmen, for survival. How dare you challenge me?" "Oh no, no, please, no. You need to let him go, Saverio. Let him go, please. The business is urgent. We need to sign the deal quickly so we can start the supply," Rodrigo says.

I need to be comfortable enough to express myself and this bitch is hindering me. She gasped and rounded on me. “You called me a bitch! You fat Blackinese pig!” My eyes rolled back. “Nghhhhh… ahhh… too much… I’m… close…” Zoey’s voice dragged me off the edge before I could reach it. “Will you stop making that sound and that face?! What is wrong with you, Fatso?!” “Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!”

Did I forget to mention that Jake is a giant? Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration but he is at least six four. I'm sure the leather jacket over the tank with the tattoos on his neck and some of the ones on his chest peeping through added to the visage of a badass. People just automatically got out of the way and pretty soon we were in the cool night air. His grip on my hand was tight and sure and gave me strength. I don't know what was coming next but I knew this time I was going to fight. "Let's go baby we'll take my bike and come back for your car later." He pulled me over to this monstrosity of black and chrome. I'm not an expert but I do believe it's what people in the know might call a

Making them merge with the other groups. We train daily. We are responsible for learning as many tactics as possible. I as well as both betas and James are the main snipers. We usually are the first to arrive at the scene and the last to leave the scene. We gotta specialize in everything. From artillery to, combat, human and wolf form. Our specialty consists of different martial arts, combat, being the best with weapons, and my favorite.... being swift with the sword. There's just something about ripping a vamps head off with one single swift from my blade. Almost like a knife going through butter.

'Fatty' is a chubby guy with a cute personality but don't go on his cute personality if you watch him playing game you will be scared as he is dangerous to his enemies. Ofcourse Chiean holds the title of most dangerous player in the China server. He look at chubby with a straight face as he replied, "Going to mall to kill some time." Fatty didn't dare ask anything more as Chiean ge has scary personality. It's been two years he is been in this team but he has never seen Chiean ge smiling to his heart content. And he has the personality of a strict teacher probably because he is the captain of SfX.

Liam shook his head crossing his legs, "You got this wrong. Like I said, he was eleven. I was pretty sure I used to make fun of girls when I was eleven just cause I could. Besides that's the past. Cut him some slack. And you're not over-weight, you're round. There is a difference, any weight that exercises can't get rid off, well that's just you. Some people are built like that, look at me, I'm lanky as a street pole, probably never be buff like the men in a catalogue, but that's okay. That's me, I have to deal with it. Just dress sexy like you love yourself and that's all men want. And it's more fun eating a pizza than a hot dog, right?"

She wore her blonde hair down, using her curling iron to give it some bounce, smiling as she looked into the mirror she could not help but admit she looked hot as she planned to have the fun of her life in the most busiest bar in the town. An hour later Serena was already in the bar, she kept glancing across the room with her almost empty glass infront of her, she cringe as she saw most of the men hungrily feeding their eyes on her with lust, she had danced to her satisfaction and was resting when she saw a man approaching her seat, he was tall with dark hair neatly trimmed and styled, skin tanned even under his shirt, she could see he was in great shape as she picture his bulging muscles, h

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

“Wow! So fast. That fat guy was two times bigger compared to big bro, yet he easily defeated him.” Zitrey brushed her hands against each other though brushing away the dust on her hands. “And who gives you permission to touch me?” she stamped her feet on the person underneath him. The Fat guy groaned, and spatted blood from his mouth. “What are you waiting for?! Beat this guy!”, he yelled against his dumbfounded comrades. Because of his shout, their soul came back to life.

Too much television watching got me chasing dreams I'm an educated fool with money on my mind Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye I′m a loc'd out gangsta, set trippin′ banger And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool. Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away I′m living my life do-or-die, uh, what can I say? I′m twentythree now, but will I live to see twentyfour? The way things is going, I don't know Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Keep spending most our lives