Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.

"𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐲𝐮𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐦." I built my career with my own two hands. No favors, no handouts, just talent and hustle. Then the millionaire King Bartley walked back into my life. A man with blood on his hands and revenge in his heart. He's fresh out of prison, and the whole city is on edge. But somehow, I'm the one caught in the crossfire. He says I'm safe with him. That he can give me the world. But a man like Trixx? He doesn't do love. He does obsession. And if I'm not careful, I'll mistake the cage he's building for a crown.

"Yuh nuh have a woman, Andreas?" I asked him. "That nuh concern you. You we a talk 'bout," He dismissed and I glared at him. "Yuh feel yuh woman ago come beat me cause her man nuh wah gah him yard? Me can't fight yer? And me wah yuh fi gwaan home," I told him. He hummed and lay down on the bed. "Me will teach yuh fi fight," He said, shrugging his shoulders. I stared at him in disbelief. "Yuh nuh love yuh woman? Why yah be a dog shit?" I frowned deeply.

The saga of Benji and Karma continues... Completed

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Book Cover By: @sudansaint A young waitress's dating life is a disaster, but her next encounter could be deadly when the alluring tattoo artist she's drawn to reveals himself to be a monster with a twisted plan to own her completely. •••••••• Raya finds herself falling into the lap of a mysterious and enigmatic tattoo artist, Jamal Hart, whom she had recently commissioned for a piece. Little does she know, Jamal has been secretly stalking and observing her every move, with a hidden agenda to corrupt and possess her. She doesnt know that Jamal's aloofness is a carefully constructed facade. He is obsessed with her. He knows everything: her work schedule, her favorite color, even the brand of lotion she keeps on her nightstand. His knowledge isn't innocent admiration; it's the product of meticulous, unsettling stalking. Jamal doesn't want Raya for a conventional relationship. His desires are far more twisted. He sees her perceived vulnerability as an opportunity. He wants to corrupt her, to push her boundaries, to strip away her independence and remake her in his own image. He wants to possess her, body and soul. This story has been edited and is now completed.

The Love Story of Apollo and Nia has returned and it's just getting started. After a year of working with the enemy of the man she once loved Nia has changed for the worse. She's now the Donna of the Italians and working with her now husband- Sanders- to bring down Apollo. Apollo's whole world turned upside down after finding out that the woman he despised was spying on him for years. The woman he took for granted is now out to kill him and his entire team. His empire is spiraling and the Don himself is losing his mind. After months of fighting each other and going MIA for a year the two finally comes face to face with each other again but for different circumstances. Is the love still there for the two? Or is everything now a lost memory? Find out in this part two of COMMITMENT <3 (Not my best work 😭 actually I hate this story)

Nia: He's a broken soul with a dark past. He's a fearful man who sees nothing but red in the world. I want to hug him. I want to, dare I say, love him. But will he let me? Apollo: She's a ray of sunshine that burns my eyes with every smile. A flower with poison hidden beneath her petals. I want to break her and uncover her hidden dark desires. There's something about her and I can't let go even though I know I should. A world like mines isn't a place for her delicate soul and I fucking hate that. ~~ "Submit to me." He repeats, harder this time as he steps closer to me. "I am not some puppy you can command to do as you say. Who in the fuck do you think i am? Kali?" His frown deepens at my tone and in a second his cold rough hands are wrapped around my neck. I whimper at the sudden move and my body goes tense when he squeezes. "Apo-" "I said to fucking submit! Do you need me to force you to?" He growls in my face. His scent suffocates me more than his hands are and I remain silent, fearing that I will say the wrong thing that'll end in me buried six feet under. "What? Cat got your tongue?" He taunts with an evil smirk on his face. He's trying to scare me into submission. I refuse. If me dying saves my dignity then so be it but I will not let this evil man think he can control me. "I am not yours to submit to, Apollo," I say as loud as can with his hands still choking me. "I am not your pet. If you want to hurt me, then hurt me but I refuse to be the woman to fall at your every command. You tried that once, remember? And where did that get me? In the hands of your enemy. I fucking. Refuse." I used all of my strength to shove him away from me with heavy force.

"Even inna death, mi a find yuh, an yuh a go be mine." -Rico ........ After a failed attempt to kill her cheating ex-boyfriend, Amber fled to Kingston, seeking a fresh start and a chance to rebuild her life. However, her ex's relentless pursuit of revenge continued to haunt her, threatening to destroy everything she held dear. But there were limits to his reach, and Kingston was a city where power and protection came at a price. That's when Rico, a notorious and feared Don, took notice of Amber. He was a man who had never been swayed by emotions; his world revolves around the harsh realities of the streets and the needs of his three-year-old son. Yet, when their paths crossed, something unexpected happened. One fateful night, their lives intersected in a way that would alter their destinies forever. Started: September 4, 2024 Ended: December 26, 2024

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.