Rapping Novels & Stories

he yelled in anger. ****** "And all of a sudden, he ràped you? How are we sure you didn't want it?" Okay, this dude has past the line. "Don't ever in your life say that to me, you don't know what I've gone through in my life, everytime I reveal, I always try to kill myself, is that what sèx does to you? Thrusting a stick deep into a person's anal, is that sèx? Downing someone's head into a bucket a then anally ràping them? Is that sèx? Forcing a penis down your throat for you to keep gagging, is that sèx? Bleeding àñûs for a few days, Is that where sèx gets you? Sir, with all do respect, when someone says they have been ràped, do not ask that question" I said.

Then—the mirror screeched. A sharp, metallic scratching sound that set his teeth on edge. He spun around, eyes wide. Something was carving into the fogged glass, long, jagged letters forming as though written by an invisible claw. R – I – P Travis backed away, heart slamming in his chest. “Who’s there?! I’ll fucking kill you!” No reply—just the screeching, and the thick steam growing heavier by the second, coiling around his legs like vines. He ran back to the door, shoulder-slamming it again and again. The hinges rattled, but the wood refused to yield.

If they met not to discuss Ara. You could say they are the same. Nick entered both models, since he entered high school and high school. Same with Mashii, hey too. But he prefers to Dj music, but the female model is like Chloe. Maybe Mashii will feel at home if you have to choose a model over Dj. "You're out of focus, aren't you?" asked Nick. Mashii rubbed his face roughly. He immediately told me what happened today. If he meets the girl he is looking for, he turns out to be a photo partner at Daniel's studio.

Jumping out the shower, my body dropped to a gangster walk as I slipped the towel across my body, taking off my shower cape, allowing my long straight locks to fall to my shoulders. I superstar slid into my room, my hair brush taking the place of my shower mic as I rapped to the music which was now much more louder and ultimately more enjoyable, allowing the music to take a hold of my body as I rapped to NF, letting the music answer,“ anybody want to hear me rap?!’ No- “Come on let me play a couple tracks,” No- “Come on I can spit really fast!” No- “You think I should throw this in the trash?’

Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 Someone is about to be beaten up 💔😂😂 . . . .

Sab and I occupied the two seats in the front. /Gonna live like it's the end of the world Gonna party like, oh Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world smiles, metaphors and we pop pills Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills Work hard, now we know how to top bills In the middle of the street doing cartwheels Lot of them try to do it but it's not real Wasn't a rapper, then I could've got a pop deal

But if you like causing troubles up in hotel room And if you like having secrets little rendezvous If you like to so the things you know that we shouldn't do Then baby, I'm perfect Baby, I'm perfect And if you like midnight driving with the windows down And if you like going places we can't even pronounce If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about Then baby, you're perfect Baby, you're perfect So let's start right now" I secretly castigated myself cause I couldn't stop looking at Gabriel while singing but I couldn't do anything either. There's something about this cheater that made my eyes glued at him while singing. H even made my heart skipped a beat. And I don't like it.

ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍ ᴏғ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ

damn he fly" I pimp to the beat Walking down the street in my new Lafreak Yeah, this is how I roll animal print, pants outta control It's Redfoo with the big afro And like Bruce Leroy I got the glow, yeah Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body Girl, look at that body ( I-I-I work out)"

The last straw that broke the camel’s back was an argument between the two couples: an argument about racism. Kent was a fan of Rap music, and Isioma knew that right from the start. He loved rapping alongside black artists with their songs playing in the background. Although, most times, he didn’t get the accent right — or what Isioma would sometimes refer to as ‘Blaccent’— he didn’t get it right but he loved rap music. One Saturday Afternoon, Isioma had just gotten back from her usual Monday jog. After bathing and freshening up, she tried to make lunch for herself and Richard.