Dakina's Stories

Chapter FIVE The Crown Heights mansion was still when Yeturah returned. She showered first. Letting hot water strip away hospital air, flashing lights, and the weight of being watched then she changed into something comfy. A fitted long-sleeve shirt, flared leggings, house slippers. No glam, no performance, just her. The door opened quietly. Novi didn't say anything at first. His eyes searching her face. Instinctively checking, landing on the thin red scratch underneath her eye. "Talk to me" he said. Yeti took a deep breath. "Babe, I couldn't call you. We were taken to Woodhall's G unit & admitted. They took our belongings & kept us there all night! I know seeing those clips online & not being able to reach me or Bk had you worried, but we're fine." She stepped closer. "And trust me. Those loud, busty ass bitches couldn't hold a candle stick to me, or Brooklyn." Relief flickered across his face before concern returned. ...

Chapter FOUR Woodhall's G Unit stayed quiet in a way that felt unnatural. The city pressed faintly through the window. Sirens passing, traffic humming, life continuing without them. They didn't sleep. Bk sat on the edge of her bed closest to the window, knees pulled in, fingers laced tight. Anxiety moved through her in steady waves, never exploding, never settling either. Her reflection stared back at her in the glass, softer than she felt. Yeti lay stretched across the other bed on the other side of the room, staring up at the ceiling like it held answers. Calm on the surface. Too calm for the night they'd had. Eventually she sat up & crossed the small space between them, leaning against the wall beside Brooklyn. They shared silence. Sometimes Bk would pace the length of the room, stopping at the window, watching lights blur together. Yeti would lie down, close her eyes, & let her mind drift. They took turns without speaking. One resting while the other staye...

CHAPTER 3 Manhattan at night knew how to hold tension. The bar lounge: SPOTLIGHT. Sat above the street. Hidden, exclusive, quiet in a way that felt expensive. Smoked glass. Low amber lighting. Leather boots absorbed sound. A place where conversations stayed private & power lingered in the air long after people left.      Yeturah belong here. Not because she demanded attention, but because the room adjusted to her presence anyway. She wore a black jumpsuit, cleavage shower, diamonds all over the jumpsuit, straps crossed. 6 inch black Fendi heels. Small black diamond clutch to match. Cinnamon twist in a high ponytail.      Brooklyn sat across from her, posture perfect, shoulders tight. Anxiety hummed beneath her skin like a live wire. Controlled never silent. She wore an embroidered long sleeve silk Prada shirt, black leather pants, match 6 inch black Prada heels. 12 inch burgundy bob down in a middle part. They were tucked into a discreet section where smoking was permitted, an exce...

CHAPTER TWO: Brooklyn's alarm was set for 6:30 a.m., but she'd been awake since 4:00 a.m., her mind sprinting through every possible scenario. By 5:30 a.m., she rose from her bed, every muscle tense, heart racing, her anxiety vivid & all consuming. Her 12 inch burgundy bob framed her face perfectly, a small source of confidence in the storm of her thoughts. In the kitchen, Brooklyn mixed 1 spoonful of white granulated sugar, 1 spoonful of Pure African Honey, & half a cap full of lemon juice. She mixed until she got a sticky, fragrant paste then gently massaged the exfoliation on her face leaving it on for 15 minutes. The sharp citrus scent cutting through the early morning haze. When the 15 minutes was up Brooklyn washed her face, looking refreshed, & glowy. She brushed her teeth, showered, dried off then moisturized her arms, collarbone, & thighs with Dream Angel Body Cream: Sweet, feminine, soft. She sealed it with the matching perfume, a final layer of...

CHAPTER ONE: Two weeks had passed since the argument that shook the city. The Avi Lanez studio glowed its signature neon. Novi Avi's color, electric green, bounced off the walls, reflecting the big bold letters printed behind him: AVI LANEZ Novi adjusted his headphones, chain resting against his fitted black tee. Locs fresh, caramel skin glistening under the lights. The comments were already exploding & he hadn't even introduced his guest yet. Then she walked in, YETURAH! Her island twit swooped into a neat ballerina bun, edges layed sharp. Silk, wine red bodysuit hugged every curve like it knew its purpose. Thigh high mocha boots swallowed her legs whole. Gold hoops, matching neckless, light face beat. Lips glossy, face contoured to the gods. Novi's eyes dragged over her for a full second too long. He licked his lips without thinking. The chat caught it. Avi Lanez Livestream Comments: fan4lanez: NAH NOVI U GOOD?? 💀 greenheartsluv: HE WANNA TAKE HER DOWN RN 😭😭😭 S...

The Bed-Stuy mansion was quiet. Golden lights spilled across the tall windows & polished hardwood floors, but it didn't soften the tension crawling between the two women in the kitchen. Brooklyn leaned against the marble island, her silk robe slipping off her shoulders, pale champagne pajamas clinging softly. Her reb bob, pinned into a tight ponytail, brushed her jaw as she poured herself a glass of Barefoot, pink moscato. Anxiety buzzed like electricity in her chest, making her fingers tremble slightly. She could feel it, something was off about Yeturah tonight, even though she couldn't put her finger on it, she had enough of it. "You really letting Novi's world pull you in?" Brooklyn asked, calm but sharp. "Trips, tours, interviews. All these lights. And you're forgetting who's actually been here for your dramatic ass". Yeturah turned, cinnamon colored twist pinned high, silk burgundy nightgown hugging her curves. Her eyes flared, Tina shar...