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“Can we have pizza every night for dinner, please?” I begged, not wanting to have noodles ever again. Maverick looked down at me. “Soon we’ll be able to own a pizza shop…. We’re never gonna depend on anyone ever again, ight?” “Promise.” “I promise, Zoya Bean.” He looked over at Corleon as he stood up from the stool. “Need to go see Mako.” “Sure?” “They’re my responsibilities. I’ll starve all day, not them.” He continued to rub his hands together.
When it came to Queen, many women would assume she was too thirsty, even too needy, but she was exactly what that nigga needed. Sim never had someone apply pressure behind him, show him that he was needed, wanted and desired. A nigga needed that reassurance at times, and it was hard to accept that when you were carrying so much guilt. He felt guilt behind losing Cherie, then his daughter. Women wanted men to be vulnerable, show their emotions and be open, but the minute a nigga showcased fear, hesitance, and didn’t know how to show those emotions, they were annoyed and ready to hop to the next
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Girl please. Fr! Her ass was begging and he was stringing her along. Simple as that. Applying pressure my ass
It wasn’t always butterflies and rainbows when it came to love. It could be, but the love worth fighting for will have you with dirt on your hands and chest exposed, because loving someone was the most vulnerable and messy act.
She had to pick up the pieces and try to be whole in a world that left her in pieces. Any woman that couldn’t sympathize with that was a no limit solider, and as strong as Benzino’s neck.
Lol ppl speak their mind on her characters so she writes stuff like this to clap back. Like please be fuckin fr. zoya used her trauma as an excuse to hurt ppl and didn’t want help and never took accountability. save it.
“Shut the fuck up, Gerald!” she raised her voice. “Fuck you talking to?” I barked, and she looked at me with those innocent eyes, like she didn’t just tell me to shut the fuck up. “You… don’t fucking curse at me.” “Stop be so bumboclaat disrespectful. Mi nah play wid yuh.” I pointed my finger in her face, ’cause her ass had me fucked up. “Fuck you talking to like that, Zoya?” “I didn’t fucking stutter.” She put the car in park, and I hopped out the whip.
I knew Kennedy better than anyone, and I knew love wasn’t in the cards for her. You had to believe you were worthy of a good man and love. Ken didn’t believe in either of those. Even when she had both things staring in her face. Landon would have gone against Menace for the sake of love. For the chance to experience what he felt he was missing out on.
“Why you didn’t tell her the truth?” I heard her voice coming from under my hoodie. I could tell she was up because all that damn train sounding snoring had stopped. I looked over, as she stared at me. “What’s the truth?” “You hate me.” I snorted. “Yeah.” “See.” “Zoya, I don’t have time for the mind games with you. If you think I hate you, then I’m gonna let you have it, my dear.”
“You already hate me and wished I died… how much more fucked can this get?” “Are you never going to get over that?” The car ride was silent. “No.” I heard him lowly mutter.
Get over it???? she never even apologized for?????? I dont like her. this bitch is annoying. told her brother she wished he died and she just expects him to get over it. you clearly hurt him bad. tf

