This story contains many mature scenes such as: abuse, murder, strong use of indecent language, suicide, bipolar disorder, anxiety, guns, drugs, rape, sexual activity, PTSD ECT. Also this story is a little bit about my life but WITHOUT the gang violence. These two come from different lives. Romellia Fenton is an ordinary girl who was born in Jamaica but migrated to New York at the age of 13 years old and was living there until she was 18. But this was to cover up her parents dirty and evil secrets. 19 year old Jordan Bently was born and raised in Jamaica. Except, he was different, he was the Don of four parishes in Jamaica, especially Kingston. Want to find out more, read this story and enjoy yourself.

"A wahm to deh bumboclaat bwoy yah man me seh fi let me guh!" I shouted at him. He stood there looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Chawgi me seh me want yuh and a yasso yah tan...tap eh bumboclaat noise a me fucking head nuh melia!" He spoke in an irritated tone. "A who yuh feel like yah chat to suh dranko? I ask, growing more and more furious seeing that he was not going to let me out. ~ NB: THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS NAMES THAT I'VE USED!!!

"Just try fi nuh mek nuh noise" he said Him wikid In one swift move my shorts was off along with my panty He began kissing me again as his hand went down to my vagina He dipped one of his fingers inside of me "Mhm" His thumb played with my clit making my back formed an arch again Placing another finger inside of me I moaned lightly I tried not to moaned as he twist and turned his fingers inside of me With a few more strokes I came all over his fingers "Geo" I whispered moan

Another, typical brother's bestfriend tale. Xiaomi x Deandre

Best friends....or so everyone thinks🤭🤍

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....

When a suburban Black girl meets a hard life Hispanic boy.

Heartbreak brings an unbreakable bond. Together, hearts will heal in more ways than they can imagine.

A love story between the east queen and her bad man "You wid find out when mi cum in deh and yuh no ready," he said. Bwoii go suck yuh gyal dem "Yuh damn right. We will see," I said before walking away. "Like how it a shake like when yuh a perform pan stage," "A come yuh fih come kiss it and stop sta-" "Bomboclat," I said when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. My back was pressed against his front. He wrapped his hand around my throat and brought his mouth down to my ear. "Pussy ole kiss wah?" His voice sent shivers down my back. Mi a bad gyal but him bad tuh "A joke keem," I said quickly and he released me. He came in-front of me and looked down. "Mi wid swell yuh belly and give yuh two pitney fih ramp wid, no ramp wid me," he said "Go swell yuh gyal dem belly nd move," "Yuh go gwan till mih bust yuh mouth before you go back farrin eno," he said as I stared up at him. Not a real story! If you don't speak patios don't waste your time #1 Jamaican #1 artiste #1 Jadakingdom