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❤️❤️❤️

Fresh outta the streets of Vegas, KyMari drifts right back to the drawing board of his old alma mater, Mannings. Everybody knows him as Karma: top-shotta's son, star baller, and the boy who always bites back harder than he gets hit. But beneath the riches, the fame, and the hype is a dark secret of trauma and bottled-up emotions. Karma wants better. He wants peace. He wants God. But he's still wrestling with his desires, his habits, and the shadows he refuses to face. Then boom--- LEE-ANNA steps in. A high-school journalist. The definition of innocence. She knows all about righteousness, and everybody expects her to live it perfectly. "Not all rules were made to be broken," she believed... until she crossed paths with him...... her karma. What should've been a simple, rude, bare-face interaction slowly twists into something deeper, messy banter, stolen glances, emotional explosions, and a connection neither of them prayed for. The side characters? Same crew. Same madness. Same chaos carrying the story on their backs like true Jamaican teens. Forbidden love the say ? But not all story's have a happy ending..... A baller and a nerd, huh? Enter into the world of CXC & LoveLetters 💙🖤

Asia-Naye here, I was the best in the game-slick, untouchable, and raking in cash from sweet-talking rich men over the phone and when it calls for, in person. Then one slip-up put me on the FBI's radar. Now I have a problem: work with them or kiss my freedom goodbye. Their terms? Pretend that I'm engaged to their top agent, Special Agent Kuran Minks, while he tries to protect me, I try to keep myself out of trouble. But by the looks of it, I bet he'll write me letters when I'm in prison. (From Minks, With Love) written by Dainiel Douglas/Prezii/Theebookgirly