A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

You're a determined church girl who was engaged to a nice guy from church. That ship sunk when you walked in on him worshipping your stepsister fake boobs as she sat on his lap without underwear... A year later, you went on the Don's radar, and he's more so your stepsister's type. He wants you, but you're firm in your faith, so he proposed to do everything in order to get you. Even after you cast out the spirits associated with his guard ring, the one he never removes. He is more intrigued now. Another engagement while you're experiencing both physical and spiritual warfare. Not forgetting your past and family history that you're avoiding. A history that interests him. You're the bastard child. Your mother wants you to forgive your step sister and return to suck up to her. Your elder brother is struggling between being good or becoming evil. Your cousin/roommate is a yam head for the neighbour/landlord. And your father is a powerful obeah man who you know is living on borrowed time, and he's the one keeping his family from killing you. You don't know what God's plan was, even with the Don wanting to become your husband... Was it God's will? Or were you just ready to tie the knot just so you can finally release all those years of sexual urges? The ones you keep fighting your flesh to avoid, and the Don was making it worse. With marriage, your problem will become his, and his problem becomes yours. Still, you're always cautious about being deceived again by the very people who you love.

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?

"Drop it." He whispered and I shook my head. He smiles and reaches down to hold it. Same time as I let it go, there goes the towel as it fell to the floor. Pointing right at me is a monstrous thing with angry veins that prove its strength. What my eyes were caught on next was a shiny metal running through the very top of the pink head. "Bloodclaat!" I jumped back and he laughed. Him big! Big big.

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.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute... So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

IN WHICH, SANORAH ALLIAH SINGH grew up surrounded by luxury; as the daughter of a multi-millionaire she has it all. From a closet full of designer bags to her breathtaking looks that turn every head in Kingston. Her future is paved in literal gold thanks to her parents. Then she meets RASHEED BINGHAM. A man who lives in a completely different world than hers. While she got everything she wanted on a silver platter, he struggles everyday to make ends meet as the breadwinner of his family, in place of his absent father. They live different lifestyles, divided by class, money, and expectations. But a fateful encounter sparks an undeniable fire that neither of them saw coming. READ NOW ! | jamaican love story 28/12/2025 :: mature content warning !! © NEEYAOLOGY, 2026 RANKS 🏅 #1 - caribbean #1 - kingston #1 - opposites #1 - jamaicanauthor #1 - jamaica #1 - lowerclass #1 - upperclass #1 - richgirlpoorboy #1 - uptown #3 - patios #4 - mechanic

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