Carmen didn't ask for a neighbour with an attitude problem... but somehow she got stuck with Azaire - the boy who treats everyone like they're bothering him. They clash the very first day they meet, and it only goes downhill from there. He's rude. She's stubborn. He ignores everyone. She refuses to be ignored. But the more they argue, the more it feels like something else is happening under the surface... something neither of them is ready to admit.

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❤️❤️❤️

Six months ago, Imani-Marie Thompson's life fell apart. Now, she dances on the pole at Montego Bay's hottest club-not for fun, but to survive. Then he shows up. Rafael DeLuca-dangerous, powerful, and utterly captivating-watches her like she's the only thing in the world that matters. Survival was supposed to be her only goal... until desire threatened to consume them both.

"𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓍" A Jamaican Story! Written in Standard English and Jamaican Patois Read to find out more!!!!!!

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

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

She's rich, famous, and used to getting her way. But for once, Jada Kingdom is the one being ignored. Fresh off a messy situationship and looking to escape the noise, Jada books a quiet Airbnb in rural Jamaica-no Wi-Fi, no paparazzi, just peace. What she doesn't expect is him. Dyani is the type of man who doesn't care for fame. Private, grounded, and painfully off-limits. He cooks. He's fine. And worst of all? He doesn't want her. Jada's used to being wanted. Desired. Claimed. But this man? He sees right through her-and that only makes her want him more. What happens when a girl who's had everything... wants the one thing she can't have? A slow-burn, almost-love story set between the hills of Jamaica and the lights of London.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

Asia-Naye here, I was the best in the game-slick, untouchable, and raking in cash from sweet-talking rich men over the phone and when it calls for, in person. Then one slip-up put me on the FBI's radar. Now I have a problem: work with them or kiss my freedom goodbye. Their terms? Pretend that I'm engaged to their top agent, Special Agent Kuran Minks, while he tries to protect me, I try to keep myself out of trouble. But by the looks of it, I bet he'll write me letters when I'm in prison. (From Minks, With Love) written by Dainiel Douglas/Prezii/Theebookgirly