(THIS IS A FAST BURN BOOK‼️‼️) all of lilah's life shes been in shitty relationships until she meets damian whose a christian boy that gives her princess treatment but will it last like that while she falls for a upcoming Don

💥 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.

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.

My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

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

"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.

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦!? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭..... ─── ୨୧ ─── ──── ୨୧ ─── ── ୨୧── 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 !?

"Babes if mi tell yuh half the things mi guh through, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

Armanii is Jamaica's newest dancehall star lighting up the charts and your TikTok feed, but don't get it twisted, he's over the "internet artiste" label and dead serious about proving he's the real deal. Behind the hype, the chains, and the stage lights? A man dealing with the cold, quiet side of fame. Then boom! Alisa Miller enters the chat. Straight out of New York, privacy and unbothered girl in her own lane. Love? Not on her to-do list. She's focused, intentional, and allergic to drama. So how do they end up next to each other on a flight to Jamaica? One little seat mix up and suddenly it's vibes, side-eyes, and unexpected sparks. She's not here for the noise, but Armanii? He's intrigued. One missed DM, one flight, and suddenly he's chasing more than just hit songs. Thing is, Alisa's quiet life and Armanii's loud world? Oil and water. Paparazzi, secrets, temptation, and trust issues? That's just Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, the right kind of chaos can make the sweetest music. So buckle up because this love story is messy, magnetic, and way too real. And yuh see Armani and Alisa? Dem might just be each other's favorite Rough Patch.

" Erica" My name drips off his tongue like poison. " Yes Mr Sinclair?". he inches closer to my body, closing the small gap between us , who knew we would even be this far I am suppose to be looking after his daughter instead I'm filling the gaps of being his lover. " If u continue acting like this, I won't hesitate to put you through the mattress ". --------- Erica Mendez thought her life had already hit rock bottom-working long hours at a call center, stuck in a toxic apartment with a boyfriend who controlled more than just the remote. But when her best friend Blair finally helps her escape, Erica is determined to start fresh... even if the odds are stacked against her. After losing her job and her footing, Her best friend offers her a lifeline: a position caring for her six-year-old Niece , Marie. The catch? The child belongs to Lawrence Sinclair-cold, rich, emotionally unavailable, and every bit the man who doesn't trust easily... especially not with his daughter. A single father with no interest in love, Lawrence has kept women at a distance ever since Marie's mother walked away. But Erica is different. She's gentle but fierce, broken but healing, and somehow, she's breaking down the very walls he swore would never fall. Can Erica prove that not all love is meant to hurt? And will Lawrence risk his guarded heart for the one woman who might be strong enough to hold it? A story of healing, second chances, and unexpected love-The Nanny will pull at your heartstrings and keep you up at night turning the pages.