Chapter 1: Her Fangs On My FYP

Jahkiah was not like the other girls.

She was worse.

Waking up at 3:43PM sharp, still wearing her “I <3 MILFs” crop top and last night’s glitter lashes stuck to her cheekbone like a war wound, she yawned and stretched—delicately, like a raccoon caught in the act of crime. She checked her phone.

7 missed calls from Mom

12 messages from “Toxic Ex 😘🚩”

1 new Wattpad comment on “Alpha Omega Mafia Mommy 🥵💋”

She smiled. Validation.

With one hand shoved into a half-empty bag of hot Cheetos and the other furiously scrolling TikTok, Jahkiah’s eyes widened when she appeared on her FYP.

Tall. Dangerous. Velvet black hair with bloody tips. Gold piercings that spelled out “S-L-A-Y”. A jawline sharp enough to slice through the patriarchy. And a voice that made your uterus apply for citizenship in hell.

“My name’s Sahara. I run this city. And if you cross me, I’ll make you wish you stayed in your mommy’s womb.”

Jahkiah dropped her phone. Literally. It hit her on the face. She gasped.

“OH MY GOD… it’s her. My Wattpad crush… my alpha demon mafia sugar mommy.” Her legs twitched. Her soul left her body. Her p***y said let’s go girls like Shania Twain.

And little did she know…

Sahara was also watching her.

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Sahara, age unknown (but milf-coded), POV

Sahara leaned back on her throne made of vintage sapphic erotica novels and literal bones. Her minions trembled around her as she licked the blood off her champagne flute. Business had been handled. Arms deals, nightclub takeovers, corrupt judges bribed.

But something… something was missing.

She opened her secret app—Wattpad. Username: @demonmommy6969

There it was. A new chapter. Same trashy pick-me energy. Same unhinged main character. Same overly dramatic prose. And she was obsessed.

“Jahkiah walked into the mafia headquarters like she owned the place. Wearing pink heels and chewing strawberry gum, she whispered, ‘Daddy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.’ The guards fainted. Everyone died. She was iconic.”

Sahara’s clawed hand tightened around her phone.

“…Who is this girl… why do I want her to write fanfiction about us. Why do I want to devour her like a cursed mango?”

She stood up, coat flowing dramatically. “Track her. Now.”

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Back to Jahkiah

Jahkiah was mindlessly writing her next chapter—something about a gunfight in a lesbian strip club when she got a DM.

From: @demonmommy6969

“Hey. You write well. But I bet your mouth writes even better.”

Jahkiah screamed. Out loud. Her roommate banged on the wall.

“I’M FINE,” she yelled, humping the air slightly. “I’M JUST BEING VALIDATED BY A DEMON DADDY. I MEAN—MOMMY. I MEAN—GIRL.”

Her reply was instant:

“OMG STOP 😳 u read my stories???? I thought no one liked them 🥺 I’m literally shaking my a** rn”

Seconds later, Sahara replied:

“Let me see.”

Jahkiah sent the video. (Not that one. But almost.)

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Suddenly her lights flickered. Her room grew hot. The air thickened with brimstone and Chanel No. 5. A red glowing circle burned into the carpet.

And then—

SAHARA APPEARED. IN THE FLESH. DRIPPING IN LEATHER.

Jahkiah froze. Sahara smirked. The room smelled like danger and girlboss ambition.

“You summoned me,” Sahara purred.

“I—I just posted fanfiction,” Jahkiah whimpered, heart racing like a horse girl on Red Bull.

“And now I’m here to make it reality.”

Sahara pushed Jahkiah against the wall. Inches away. Breath mingling. A fang grazed Jahkiah’s bottom lip. Her knees said “nah, girl” and gave out.

“You wanted an alpha?” Sahara whispered. “You got one.”

And then… the chapter ends.

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