Ongoing Books/Follow-up Books(Ongoing)
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Her Ecstasy von slut4seventeen
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Highs don't only come from drugs. Sometimes they come from the one person you're supposed to despise. Ke'Brianna Flores is the epitome of all things reckless. A beautifully broken product of the Flores empire born in the streets of Jamaica. Chaos followed her wherever she went and she doesn't ever run from danger, she runs towards it. Drae-Shaun Rossi is heir to the rival mafia, their sworn enemy. He was raised for the unending war, conditioned for violence. A man who thrives on order, discipline, and control. But control means nothing when obsession enters the room. What happens when Jamaica's most ruthless heir meets the one girl he can't bend, break, or command?
𝓕𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓵 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 [𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵] von unrkived
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NEEDS MAJOR EDITING!!!! "𝑾𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆?" "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆" ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ! ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ!...ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍᴇ?
 My penpal from behind the GRILLS  von JustAGirlShay
JustAGirlShay
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All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.
𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 von bookdbymillianz
bookdbymillianz
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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
𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐬 von SejaWroteIt
SejaWroteIt
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Romira Astor, a 20-year-old recent graduate of Sam Sharpe Teachers' College, starts her first job as a teacher. She meets Kassa Cenant, a single parent when he enrolls his child in the school where she teaches. As they interact more, Romira and Kassa develop a strong connection. As their relationship deepens, Romira discovers a mysterious photograph that hints at a possible familial connection between her and Kassa. Determined to uncover the truth, they begin investigating their family histories. This revelation throws their relationship into turmoil, forcing them to confront the possibility that their love might be taboo. Romira and Kassa must navigate their feelings amidst the uncertainty. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬🏆. #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚 #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞
Deep hatred|🇯🇲 von UnluckyDaysmh
UnluckyDaysmh
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Two enemies with a hatred that tastes like desire. What will happen? Read to find out!
The House on Spur Tree Hill von wahllflower
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"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.
Drunk Off You von pyttays
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I'm starting to wonder if I'm the problem? There is no way i attract this naturally...I should've listened when my mother told me to stay away from boys...especially the ones like these. ★ A typical Jamaican highschool relationship or so they thought...follow Tansaneé 'Hennessy' and Xavier on their journey. Through love, loss, infidelity and betrayals...what's in store for the young lovers? ★