Love I Got For You-- "I'd burn bridges for you. Make bodies drop for you. Get myself time in jail for you. That's the love I got for you." -prezzi.

"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞... 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝." 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 ᥫ᭡ Rankings; #1 Jamaica #1 Judgement

Milan learned early that life doesn't slow down just because you're tired. At twenty-two, she's a mother first, everything else second... and most days, she's not even sure she's doing that right. Between missed sleep, quiet stress, and a world that keeps demanding more than she has to give, she's been surviving on autopilot for a while now. Not living. Just getting through. Her son, Kai, sees the world in his own way. He's autistic, and while the world often misunderstands him, Milan has spent every day learning how to understand him better than anyone else ever could. It's not always easy. But it's always hers. Then there's Asa. He doesn't ask too many questions. Doesn't try to fix what he doesn't understand. He just shows up. Quiet. Steady. Unbothered by the chaos she carries like it's normal. And somehow, that's what makes it worse. Because Milan isn't used to people staying when things get heavy. Especially not people like him. What throws her even more is how naturally Asa connects with Kai. He's not forcing it, not changing him, just meeting him where he is in a way that feels... effortless. Now she's stuck between the life she's been trying to hold together... and someone who makes her wonder what it would feel like to finally put it down. But love doesn't always come when things are easy. Sometimes it shows up right in the middle of everything falling apart.

💥 Di Don & Di Doll A Jamaican Urban Romance Zariah Myles wasn't looking for trouble when she stepped into Taboo that night. But trouble found her in the form of Kingston's most feared Don, Malik "Ruckus" Hylton. He's dangerous, rich, and cold-blooded. She's bold, sharp-tongued, and not easily impressed. What starts as a game quickly turns into obsession. From luxury getaways to deadly shootouts, Zariah gets pulled into Malik's violent world-but somehow, she feels safer with him than she ever did without him. Enemies are watching. Family is betraying. And Malik's own brother wants what's his. This isn't a fairytale. It's gun smoke, gold chains, heartbreak... and real love. 🔥 Drama. 💔 Betrayal. 🖤 Obsession. This is Di Don & Di Doll. And once you start, you won't stop.

Never will I again cherish friendship because not everyone is real enough to relate to the Alkaline song "After all". READ THE 📕📖📚!!!

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Fantasia, a young adult, met her future lover, a well-known artist, while tending bar. However, their initial encounter left her with a negative impression, as she felt he treated others with condescension, leading her to dismiss him at the time.

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.

This story is bout how rhoyana fell in love with her cousin's best friend... That she all ready have history with BTW..... What's going to happen wen she sees him after he goes on tour for 5 months.... Maybe they did something before he left or maybe not...read to find out more....

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.