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She's my rival... I could never love her... A Norminah Story (Written in Normani's POV) (G!P) (GxG) (14+) Cover by: @willbyrons COMPLETED.

Dinah is a drug dealer and in a gang along with her friend, Lauren. Normani is the daughter of a drug addict. When Dinah and Normani cross paths, it is not in the best way

Dinah Jane Hansen was stuck being the sole heiress of her father's company. It would have gone to her sister, but Allyson had died the winter before. That left her. So her father thought is would be best to marry her off to the city's most eligible bachelor to make her happy. Dinah knew it was mostly because he wanted her to have an heir, and he wanted more money. So to her, it seemed that he had found the most despicable man alive to marry. She was doing fine, going through the wedding plans, until one day she was interrupted by a girl. Just any girl...so why couldn't she get her out of her head?

A woman, Normani Kordei Hamilton. She's been pushed around her whole life. Hurt, and damaged in ways you couldn't even imagine She's always wondered. Where does her, "Love Lies"?

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Everything seemed bleak in the world, but these girls were filled with hope. Hope to find a cure and save the infected. But what happens when they discover more than what they wanted? *** © All Rights Reserved

You've never had a one night stand have you?" Lauren's manipulating a frayed piece of the duvet between two of her slender fingers when I look away from my book. Her eyes dance from mine, to my lips, to the clock on the nightstand behind me, then back to my lips. I smirk, "Am I that obvious?" She dips her head, her lofty brunette curls pouring out across the white pillow case. She tucks one strand that has fallen too far against her cheek, behind her ear timidly. I've still not grown accustomed to the demure version of Lauren I'm seeing now. When only minutes ago, she was ambitious, arousing, and unchaste. I confirm her suspicion. "Well you're right," I say. "I've never had a one-night stand," I grin, flustered, seemingly mirroring Lauren's own expression. "You were my first..."

thirteen chapters of an unfinished fic i found on my old laptop, posted upon request