Nicki Minaj Did It On Em Novels & Stories

“Hi, everyone! Did you all have fun?” “Sample! Sample! Sample!” the audience chanted. “They want a sample, Blue,” said the emcee. Blue pouted in thought. “W-Wait. What do you guys want to hear?” Then he smiled as something came to mind. “I got it!” He looked at the DJ. “Hey, do you have Twerk It Like Miley by Brandon Beal?” The whole crowd burst into laughter. They all knew that was the background music from his leaked scandal video.

Dre replied. “Well, it turns out that somebody played it for Em..” “Em?” Dre's eyes widened. Stunna chuckled and said, “Yeah, Em... And Em played the shit to Fifty and they both felt it'd be nice to push a few buttons to have me over and hand me something to sign..”

Morgan walked up with big cue cards for the gentlemen to hold on their laps. “Ok, let’s bring out the ladies,” Dante declared, and Kimmy brought everyone out. “Welcome back, ladies. Let’s get started with the questions. What song do you like to sing the most in the shower or in the car? Nina?” “Easiest question ever!” Nina said, smiling. “Material Girl by Madonna.” Salvatore lifted his sign to show the matching answer. “Amelie?” “I honestly be throwing it down in the shower,” Amelie giggled. “Only place I can swear. Has to be Lose It by Eminem.” Nathan lifted his match, and Amelie hugged him.

On the playlist was Nicki Minaj - Come see about me. Then I felt someone removing the earpiece from my ear. I grabbed the hand and opened my eyes to look up at the figure. The sun burned my eyes, with a reflex action, I blinked and rubbed my eye socket. "Emily, how are you" he said. I got up to look at him in the eyes then I paused the music playing in my phone. Before I could respond, he continued "You look beautiful more than ever". The next bus screeched and alighted some set of students...

"And yes, of course. There is everything that you are going to need, so let's get this done." "Wait, what are you doing?" I ask right after when I hear the sound of a music, booming into the corridor. The sound follows me to the kitchen. "Oh, I am playing us a song: Oh my Gawd by Mr Eazi, Nicki Minaj, Major Lazer, and K4mo." She is grinning hard. "Oh, fuck. Anastasia did not teach you well. I wonder what the kids now know." I speak whisperingly. However, Kira heard me and she chuckles.

I try to get out of this. "Hey jerk, this is a wedding, so get your act together. She's not going to run with him. It's always been you. Now dance with me and after that I will take over Cara, so you will have your time slot," she says with a wink. Oh my god, I never thought I'd hear this from Emi. I laugh and lead her on the dancefloor. When the song ends, she tells me to officially call out the party as a distraction. I do, I walk up to the DJ and ask him to play Jason Derulo, "Talk dirty to me." I grab the mic and tell everyone to crash the dancefloor now.

MAD RESPECTS to their confidence. "Rounding up to a total of 17 it if twenty points we have…" Drumroll…. "The most liked lady in the room…" Cuts to Audience "Ugh, common say it already!" "Imma have a heart attack." "I hope it's the sexy lady in blue." "I hate when MC's do this." "Flaming Tiara…. Nari Kim!!!" Heart emoticons and numerous supportive comments [a good chunk questionable] flooded the Livestream. The camera focused on Nari, she had worn a red designer gown which rested just above her knees.

I can eat chicken forever, trust me. The chicken was a little boring for me so I decided to put on some music, a low volume So I won't wake my child. I dance a little to the sound of the music. It reminds me that I'm still young and I can fly high to wherever I want. It's a song by Nicki Minaj and Rihanna. I love her old songs a lot. They help me believe in myself. When I feel down, I turn on her song and my spirit comes back to life.

A little intimidating. Then Emma speaks again, louder this time, cutting through the music. “Well, I did the same to your dom, Danika.” The words freeze the air. Everyone turns to her. “You made Aiden Abbott orgasm?” Ellie asks, blinking in disbelief. Emma nods quickly, too quickly. “He did. He came all over his pants,” she claims with a proud smirk. I snort. “Yeah, right. Nice try.” “I’m serious,” she insists, voice rising. “He did.”

All of a sudden, my phone buzzed with a notification—Yasmin had uploaded a proposal video on her social media. In the shaky footage, Zayne had gotten down on one knee in front of everyone and carefully slid a massive diamond ring onto her finger. Meanwhile, the crowd was cheering. The large diamond sparkled under the lights and almost blinded me. I tried to watch it again, but the video had already disappeared. All that was left was an apology from Yasmin. "Please don't be upset, Emilia. It was just a joke. I don't know how I accidentally tagged you. "We'd all agreed not to tell you. You're not mad, are you, Emilia?" Her taunting words kept coming, one after another.