*A jamaican story* Tatiana-aka Tati-was always that girl. Pretty, unbothered,a lil self centred and dripping in confidence, she never needed validation. From schoolyard whispers to Insta edits, she ran the spotlight before Devontae, the Don's heir, even stepped on her radar. But one unexpected night fling flipped her whole world. Now Tati finds herself tangled in the deep, dangerous world of Spanish Town's elite-where respect is earned, loyalty is tested, and badmind people hide behind filters and fake smiles. Between shady friends like Talia who envy her glow, and real ones like Shari who hold her down, Tati stays ten steps ahead-always polished, always bossed up. From viral Live sessions with the Don sliding into the comments, to wild parties with Jamaica's hottest artists, this isn't just vibes-it's power, fame, and territory. But when family secrets, fake friends, and the streets start colliding, Tati must decide: Is she ready to rule by Devontae's side, or will the pressure crack her crown? One thing's for sure-Tati never begs for spotlight. She is the spotlight and she is the moment. <L o a d i n g> S N E A K

[SAMPLE] Taeja: A Jamaican Why Choose / Reverse Harem Romance : "If you had a heart you wouldn't leave last night." "If I didn't have a heart would I try to make it up to you?" Taeja huffed. "Fine. But I'm not giving in because you have a good point, I'm giving in because you owe me. The both of you." "What do we owe you?" "Sex so good I forget my name." ***** In which she searches for 'the one' and finds double trouble. . . . . . [word count: 150000 - 160000]

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

" 𝘔𝘪 𝘯𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘪 𝘶𝘱 - 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪 𝘸𝘪 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨 "

August Alsina a.u

[Formerly titled Billion's Bride] [STATUS - EDITING] "I want a church wedding." "You want a church wedding?" He seethed. "Are you also open to consummating this holy matrimony?" Her eyes shot up to meet his. Her heartbeat could be heard in the quiet room after the true meaning of what he was asking, settled in. "Believe me, Em, if I take you to that altar, it will be to honor every last vow I take." His eyes travelled briefly to the erratic rise and fall of her chest. "Now tell me, Em..." fixing his gaze back on hers, he asked, his voice low, "Are you willing to share my bed?"

He turned a church girl into his personal freak.