🇬🇧London based. Can you leave the hood? Starting in 2012, Red Light tells the story of Kyrah, a girl from Rushton, a fictional borough in South London. After being taken advantage of by guys, she struggles with anxiety and PTSD, which leads her into a lifestyle of violence. How does she escape? TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, Sexual Abuse and Self-Harm are referenced in this book. COPYRIGHT: This book was first published in January 2021 and is original content (including some real experiences). Please don't copy x

Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate. Then bam! Nickoi Jacobs happened. The notorious bad boy 'Prezzi' and track star from Kingston College. Speeding tickets? Check. Gang banging? Check. Fast life? Check. Heartbreaker? Double check. How did I end up tripping over him in my perfectly planned world? Again... Bwoy, look like we mek fi each other. Nickoi is trouble with a capital T, the epitome of a walking red flag. But that smile? Sends my heart on a math vacation every single time! He's got more baggage than an airport carousel, and yet, there's this pull between us, breaking every rule I've ever known. What's a girl to do when Mr. Wrong feels so right? Hmm, well dive into the drama because with Nickoi, logic's on vacation and my heart's along for the ride. When it comes to him, Life's anything but predictable. So strap in, folks. Yuh think you see nutt'n yet? Think again. Ready for the twists and turns of "Not My Type 3 the Alternate World"? Because I am! I think?

❝Baby I don't need a man, I need Dinero & a tan!❞-Taj Romaé *** "...if yuh nuh name Dinero den mi nuh want yuh,"I say sassily. He chuckles. "Den how you a pree me so?" his husky voice ask as he makes slow strides towards me. "You're in my personal space," I snap and he seems to be impressed by my attitude. I feel my knees weaken as he approaches me with lustful eyes. Then he leans down closing me in as he rest both hands beside me. His hot breath tickles the side of my neck as he whispers, "Nuttn' nuh wrong if we get personal b." *** Get ready for this heated romance, I'm ready. Are you? #1 Caribbean #1 Boujie #1 Youngwitersprize #1 Materialism #1 newwriter #1 jamaicanwriter #1 Fancy #2 Jamaica

𝓜𝒚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬....... An original Jamaican love story ◻️◻️◻️ • Preview✔ "Breda just go fuck off respectfully." I hissed in annoyance. He braced me against the wall "nuh fuck yuh self, and doh call mi nuh breda." That's so funny. • Introduction✔ ● Ajay a high school student he's a heartthrob, popular playboy or is he. ● Bella a high school student whose bestfriend's with the popular heartthrob, what happens when feelings circulates between their friendship, read to find out. ⚠WARNING⚠ Mixture of patios and standard English✔ Sexual/Mature themes✔ ◻️◻️◻️ Ranking🏆 #1 Mixup🥇 #1 Mixture🥇 #1 Highschoolexperience🥇 #2 Youngwriter🥈 #3 Patwa🥉

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

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❤️❤️❤️

"𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓍" A Jamaican Story! Written in Standard English and Jamaican Patois Read to find out more!!!!!!

"It just doesn't feels right" "What doesn't feels right? Love" "This business trip of yours...I'm just not getting a good feeling about it..." "I don't know why...but I'm kinda scared" "Just listen to me carefully, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to worry about...as long as I'm alive" The conversation we had a few hours before he left, rang in my ears as I paced around on the hard concrete sidewalk, impatiently waiting for his arrival. I turned around quickly hearing a car roughly pull over. "What the fuck are you doing here" He said hopping out of the car, slamming the door shut. And by the tone of his voice I could tell that he was furious with me for not listening to him yet again but that was probably the last thing I cared about right now. All I cared about at this moment was that he was standing right in front of me...safe and alive. "Vienna! I fucking asked you to stay at home until I returned. Why won't you ever listen to me" He added while taking quick steps towards me. Ignoring the anger in his eyes I just ran towards him, throwing my arms around his neck, I sighed in relief...hugging him as if my life depended on it as he sighed before hugging me back tightly. And just like that...I felt safe once again. I felt at home once again. ••• "You have a choice, either choose me or being a mafia" Those were the golden words spoken by Vienna Green, to the love of her life as she feared the destruction that the title 'Mafia' could bring into their lives. And...well, she was right all along! Her life came crumbling down as she witnessed her worst nightmares turning into harsh reality...leaving "Scars On Her Soul". ••• Sequel to the book - "Loving The Russian Mafia" Not a stand alone book. You'll have to read the previous book to understand this one.

I sinfully loved the position we were in. "touch me like you want to" He says hoarsely. Jesus! Is it me or is the weather getting hot. For a moment, I raise my had to touch him but then again, he rejected my touch not too long ago and it hurt so now it's his turn to feel it. I hear him groan as he presses further into me. What's up with him? His hand that held my hurt leg pushes further up my thigh. "touch me 𝑓𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑒, you know you want to" He says, his voice darker than usual. Yeah sure I want to but I'm not gonna if you say it like that. "touch me or I'll touch you and I guarantee that I'll do way more than just touching" --- Rose Smith Compared to her two sisters, Alyssa and Anais, Rose Smith, an American 18 year old highschool student, has always considered herself 'ugly', or so she thought until she crosses paths with the walking storm, Damián Valendez who's on a vacation in America. She thought the dangerously handsome and unimaginably sexy Italian devil to be just another client but little did she do know that she had been claimed by the most dangerous mafia boss in the whole of Italy. Damián Valendez With the amount of blood on his hands and cruelty in his demeanor, this 23 year old walking storm was destined to destroy anything he lays his hands on. That was until he came across a little precious rose and with the type of demanding man he is, he gets what he wants...and he wants her but is the feeling mutual? Will she fall for him or despise his existence? Will he fall for her or consider her a sex tool like the others? ...

𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦. 🔥 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡? 💫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐯𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫? 💔 𝐓𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝...!!!! 📖🦋✨