He turned a church girl into his personal freak.

Who's Diamonté Martin? A 17-year-old Christian girl from Portmore, St. Catherine, Jamaica, Diamonté is the daughter of one of the country's most notorious dons. Despite her father's reputation, she dreams of a peaceful life and is determined to excel at Bridgeport High. But being the daughter of a don means life is far from simple. Who's O'Neil Reid? Known as 'Mobster,' O'Neil is a 17-year-old attending Kingston College. Already the second most wanted man in Jamaica, he is preparing to step into his father's shoes as the feared 'Don of All Dons' on his 18th birthday. Ruthless, cunning, and used to the harsh realities of the streets, O'Neil is a man of power and mystery. What happens when their worlds collide? They couldn't be more different, but fate has other plans. Love blossoms in the midst of chaos, secrets, and danger. Will their love be enough to bridge the gap between their vastly different lives? Or will the weight of their family legacies tear them apart? Are you ready to fall for this heated romance? Are you prepared for the drama, danger, and butterflies? Are you really ready?

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

" 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.

'𝒯ℴ 𝒽ℴ𝓌 𝓎𝓊𝒽 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒷 𝓅ℴ𝓃 ℯ𝒽 𝓅ℴ𝓁ℯ 𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝓁𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝓊𝒽 𝓰ℴ𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓰 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝓊𝒽 𝒹ℴ 𝒹𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒾 𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝓂ℯ𝓀 𝓂𝒾 𝒸𝓊𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓁 ℴ𝓋𝒶 𝓎𝓊𝒽 𝓂𝒾 𝒻𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎 𝓂ℯ𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃'

Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️