Isys never planned on starting over alone. After the passing of her son's father, the young single mom has learned to move in silence, trust no one, and keep her world small just her 5 year old son Kyser, her brushes, and her job as a makeup artist. Between juggling clients and dealing with her overprotective (and annoying) older brother Kamal, romance is the last thing on her mind... until she crosses path with Kai. Kai, a calm but confident tech CEO with a legacy to uphold, sees something in Isys she doesn't see in herself.... stregth, softness, and a heart worth fighting for. He wants more than her smile, more than her time.... he wants a chance. But trust again feels dangerous. Loving again feels impossible. And Kai might be everything she need if she's willing to let him in.

At twenty-one years old, Cianni Ramirez left New York behind searching for a better life in Miami, Florida. But what started as freedom quickly turned into years of pain after she found herself trapped in an abusive relationship. Six years later, Cianni returns home unexpectedly with her daughter, Klover Ramirez, carrying emotional scars and secrets nobody knows about. Her sudden return shocks her family, reopening old wounds filled with anger, heartbreak, and unanswered questions after she disappeared without a word. Coming home also means facing Santana East - the man she left behind. Seven years older than Cianni, Santana has spent the last six years raising his seven-year-old daughter while trying to move on from the woman he never truly forgot. Now older and changed by life, both Cianni and Santana are forced to confront their past, their pain, and the feelings that never faded as love, healing, and second chances begin pulling them back together.

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱. veryyyy cliche .. lol

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.

A young girl, exhausted by the stress of her toxic family, decides to escape for a while and visits her aunt in another country. There, she meets a man from her hometown-someone she never knew before. In just two weeks, he spoils her, cherishes her, and shows her what it truly means to be appreciated.

"Mi cah fuck uh Riri," he said while pulling away from our heated kiss. Why? Was it because we're bestfriends? "Why not?" I breathed out heavily as he cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead on mine. He didn't answer me. "Gio?" I whispered his name. He pulled away and released me from his hold. "Yah virgin and mi wid fuck uh kill uh," he said darkly. Chills ran down my spine as he stared down at me.

Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. This story has been edited and is now completed.

The late-night cries of a six-month-old baby echoed softly through the dimly lit apartment. Amid the stillness, Meera sat on the edge of the bed, gently rocking her daughter in her arms. Her eyes, heavy with exhaustion, held a kind of love only a mother could understand-selfless, patient, unwavering. The world outside moved on-cars honked, alarms rang, people rushed-but for Meera, time stood still in that tiny nursery. Her husband, Rohit, hadn't come home yet. Again. She glanced at the clock. 12:47 a.m. Another "late-night meeting," he had said. Another night she whispered lullabies alone. She pressed a soft kiss to her daughter's forehead and tried not to let her heart feel the cold emptiness beside her. "This is just a phase," she told herself. "He's just stressed. Things will be better soon." But deep down, beneath layers of denial and devotion, a part of her already knew-something had changed. And soon, her world would never be the same again.