Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦." I built my career with my own two hands. No favors, no handouts, just talent and hustle. Then the millionaire King Bartley walked back into my life. A man with blood on his hands and revenge in his heart. He's fresh out of prison, and the whole city is on edge. But somehow, I'm the one caught in the crossfire. He says I'm safe with him. That he can give me the world. But a man like Trixx? He doesn't do love. He does obsession. And if I'm not careful, I'll mistake the cage he's building for a crown.

Life in Jamaica? It's vibes. I'm Anayee "Nayee" Johnson, 18, just trying to balance school at Com-C with my brother, Tey-quan, and surviving my chaotic but lovable family. There's Trevino, my big brother who's 20 and is a Jamaican artist and my little sister, Nijdreia, who's 14 and knows exactly too much for her little age. Yeah, we're rich, and yeah, life's good-or at least most of it. Big house, nice cars, all of that. But don't let the pretty picture fool you. In this family, secrets don't stay buried for long. One moment, everything's calm, and the next? Let's just say life gets real messy, real quick. Stick around-you're not gonna want to miss this. Remember to voteeeee __________________________ Wassup lovelys 🧚‍♀️❤️ welcome to my second book, GRASIAS 🇯🇲. THIS BOOK WILL CONTAIN 18+ CONTENT. Read the introduction for more🙌🏻🩷 I don't own the copyright of the pictures used in the story. Most of these pictures are off Pinterest 🙌🏻. Jan.4.25 ENJOYY🩷🧚‍♀️

The Vincent Crime Family Series , Book Eleven Nikki Mihail's been a lot of things for many people. Secret brother, teenage father, jerk boyfriend, but never a proper killer. Struggling with having a family member's death on his hands, Nikki is slipping. Kylian Brody, affectionately known as Blondie, witnessed Nikki's crying face when Alexi brought him home. Unable to get him out of his head, he happily lingers around Nikki just to see him cry again. Dr. Dion Cabello, Trauma Surgeon, is sick of how bland life is. Sitting on the roof of the hospital looking down, mind absent of all thoughts, dreams about what it might be like to just let go. Right place at the right time will bind three loose ends together right. Will it be enough for those ready to fall to fly again?

A spin off of "The Vincent crime family" series. Ambrose Grayson, paramedic and only son of the chief of police, knew there were mafia men all around. He even knew a ton of them personally, but never did he think that one of them would save his life. Marco Di Salvo wasn't looking for someone to care for. His son was enough. But he couldn't get that stupid paramedic out of his head. Wrong place, wrong time, may have put them on the same path. But right place and right time will save a life. One that will bring balance to a still dark world.

The Vincent Crime Family Series, Book Ten - Nikita Cherneko, adopted brother of Lev Concetta-Mihail and the sole reason Lev and his sister lost their parents. No stranger to doing things without thinking twice, Nikita bargains for Ilya Russo's future. By doing the one thing, he swore he wouldn't. Bargaining to voluntarily go back to Viktor Russo's side. Even worse, he makes a split-second decision to change the deal. Adding in that he would marry Viktor if it meant that Ilya could make his own choices. Viktor Russo, Mafia Don of the Russo Crime Family, and cousin of the original heir to the bloodline. After winning the game put forth by his cousin Ilya, and having won Nikita, he is thrilled. His obsession is by his side again. The deal couldn't get any sweeter, or could it? Nikita brings forth the idea of marriage and Viktor jumps on the idea. Nikita won't be able to leave now. In sickness and in health, they are bound together, or bound to destroy each other. Only time will tell.

Vincent Crime Family Series, Book Nine - Ilya Russo, the only son of the prominent Russo Crime Family. Vito, The underboss tasked with making sure that Ilya continues to recover and heal from his trauma. If the last few years have proved anything, it's that their relationship is ever changing right before their eyes, and there is little they can do to stop it. When push comes to shove, and feelings get exposed publicly. Will they face the reality of the situation or will they ignore it to preserve what they already have?

Vincent Crime family, Book Eight - Matteo Concetta left the day of his birthday party for one heart breaking reason. Three years later, he returned to where it all went down. Well, sort of. Things changed so much since the last time he stood on this property. His brother, having not handled the fact he was missing for three years, forced him to stay, and even got a babysitter for him. Caio remembers all too well what happened three years ago, on Matteo's birthday. It was the day that he had confessed to loving Matteo's mother and wanted more. It was the day she shut him down, telling him she loved him, but like a sister loves her brother, and it would never be more than that. But most importantly, it was the day that sixteen-year-old Matteo had a meltdown over hearing what he had said to Matteo's mother. Three years later, and the night still weighted heavy on them both. But that, I guess that is to be expected when Matteo confessed his love and then disappeared.

"Me naah leave yuh!!" I sang wiping down the stove. Bwoy dexta was dapings. With the airpod in my ear on low, I slowly vybed to my playlist. "Cheat and me cheat too." Turning around to meet the gaze of_ Akeem who stood with hooded eyes watching me sing the song. A smirk plays on my lips. Watch ya now "Weh ya chat bout? Yuh give weh me things??!" Hear how him dark and fool. Laughing out, I paid him no attention and turned to continue my wiping. The boy grab me and turn me back to him"you me a chat to Neka, ya give me bun??! " Soon to be edited❤❤ Highest Rankings: #1 in Militant #2 in jamaicanwriter #3 in jamaicanauthor #1 in Creole #5 in blessing