ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ (ʜᴀ·​ᴛʀᴇᴅ) 𝖤𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍; 𝖨𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅: 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. A mutigenerational feud that always ends in bloodshed whenever the two family's cross paths. With over a century between the original betrayal and the present, will history repeat itself?

"Hold my hand until we turn to ashes, Love me 'til they put me in my casket, I got all these feelings that I'm maskin' Can I lay it on you? That's what I'm askin." My hand gripped the mic as I sang, I was now lost in his alluring gaze. I felt like he was daring me to step closer...should I ? I did, my heart was now pounding as I gripped the mic. The music swelled but my voice faltered. The lyrics seemed to echo the tension in the air. "Red wine kissin' in the house that your parents Got for you, rented, how'd you forget it? I think about you and nothin' else...if you would just come over, I could show you for myself. " He smirked, leaning forward, I stepped closer, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne. He pulled me to him, the heat of his fingers causing my breath to stop momentarily... "Show me what I'm missing Melodi..." he whispered. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

𝕮𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝕾𝖆𝖞 𝕹𝖔 𝕿𝖔 𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕱𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖘 𝕾𝖔 𝕲𝖔𝖔𝖉 - Jordan swore to stop dipping her hand back in the cookie jar and stay away from Bigga as much as possible. But when you love sweets, it's hard to give it up. Cause it tastes too good and gives you a sugar rush that you keep coming back for more; even though it's not always good for you. It's just too hard to say no to something that feels so good. ___ Jamaican novel. Written in Jamaican Creole and English. 🏅🏅🏅 #1 in 'Irresistible' #1 in 'Jamaica' #1 in 'Montego Bay' #1 in 'Small Stories' #1 in 'Patois' Completed - 9/8/2025

"Afta yuh tek mi virginity and leff mi yuh think seh mi a go make yuh come and tek weh mi pickney weh mi one struggle and grow crosses bwaii??" I shouted at him getting angry. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ Read more about a young lady who was focused solely on taking her family out of poverty until she crossed paths with a young man who made her life turn for the worse... or better?

Widening the door I seen him holding another bag, with flowers in his hand and a blunt behind his ear "really? More peace offerings?" "Ain't none wrong in that" I thanked him for it as I was raised with manners I placed the flowers on the counter alongside the bag not bothered to look inside and see what he got. "That's how you gon do me?" He asked pointing at the flowers on the counter. "I mean flowers really not cutting anything right now" I shrugged. "It better cause I came here to apologise" he walked over and stood in front of me with his tall ass self. "Mhm" I hummed ready to hear what he has to say. "Real shit though. I know I ain't really been on my shit cause I got other shit I'm dealing with so Ion really wanna put that onto you cause you'n deserve none of that. So I told you Ion wanna rush it so I don't become the man that don't treat you good" at this point he put his hand in mine and used his thumb to rub the back of my hand in circular motions. "So I wanna apologise for allat cause I ain't really tell you what's going on but Ion really wanna wait for that date no more". There was just some in his eyes that was getting me especially with his head being slightly tilted not even thinking of trying to break eye contact with me. "So what does that mean?"

#1 𝙠𝙖𝙮𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙘 - .. "Heard you gang" I replied and Kay had same the reaction as Camrin when I called his lil annoying ass gang. "Ain't nobody ya fucking gang Leilani" he smacked his lips and let go of my hand. "Why you letting go?" I put our hands back together cause his shits is mad soft, "plus how you not gang? Cause you ain't bae either" I shrugged but I was lowkey crying inside he posed to be my bae. Wait- this nigga was already my bae but he just need to make it official. "On some real shit I would make ya ass wifey but ya ass is mad dayroom" he admitted but now he got me fucked up. My head tilted to the side and mouth agape. "Nigga how the fuck am I dayroom?" The blanket slightly fell off my shoulders from me moving into a nice comfortable sitting position so I could hear the shit that bouta come outta his mouth. "You don't see how you be acting once a sip of liquor enter your system? Me personally if I had a girl Ion want her acting like that on the internet. Not gon lie" he shrugged and I kept my blank stare and squinted eyes.

𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙖? 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙢𝙢!! ━━ "Anyways y'all I'm bouta hop off cause I'm so mother fucking hungry that I would eat pork right now" I swiped off Instagram and turned off my phone. Mir moved to go lean on the counter and I fixed my position so I could see his face "I can ask you some?" Nodding my head I waited for him go say something "you love a nigga for real?" Shit do I lie? Pretend as if it's a joke and I'm playing? Laugh it off? Try act like I couldn't hear him? No hablo inglés? Or just keep smiling? Or tell the truth? I'm sure any will work. ━━ y'all the book is unedited!! ranks 🦋 #1 hoodlovestory #1 clingy #1 blackcouples #1 thuglife #1 smutmaybe #2 hoodlove #2 urbanstory #3 shortstory #3 crazylovestory #3 newyork #4 urbanfiction #4 thuglove #5 lovestory #5 urbanromance #6 possessive #8 hoodromance

"How are you supposed to keep your man with your hair in that mess, Tamia?" "And has your hair been looking like that all week?" She went on talking about my hair now, considering it was blown-out instead of well kept, hot combed and straightened the way that she liked. "No, mama." I dragged, annoyed completely now with all of my peace gone in this moment. "I just got out of the shower and I just finished washing and blow-drying my hair." "I'm going to hot comb it and then flat iron it when I'm finished doing my skincare." "Yasin's not going to be home until tomorrow probably anyway." I threw in there but of course she wouldn't chastise him about why and where.

"Solè, why'd you stay?" "Because, Zaire... you the first thing that ever felt worth staying for." ❀ 🝳 ❀ Harlem held the noise. Solè gave Zaire the quiet. Zaire Knox, Harlem's quiet storm, known for his ties to the streets and a gaze that read people faster than they could lie to him. Respected. Feared. Loved. With scars buried deeper than his tattoos, he never planned to love soft. Until a Harlem vinyl shop left behind by his late grandfather forces him to slow down, to breathe, to find his real purpose in the world beyond the streets. Solè Sinclair, soft but unbreakable, raised by her father after loss. By day, she serves warmth behind the counter of a café. By night, she disappears into her art, trying to paint the parts of herself no one ever sees. When their worlds cross, the city shifts. What starts off tense and unexpected turns tender. Together, they learn love can hold you just as fierce as the streets ever did, and softer, too. But love in Harlem always asks one question: what are you willing to risk when the heart wants more than the streets ever offered? A Harlem story. A hood love. A soft place to land. ❀ 🝳 ❀

A soft-spoken yet resilient young woman from the cool rural hills finds herself entangled with a feared Jamaican Don. A man who's hiding secrets, pain, and the part of himself that longs to escape it all. He's guarded. She's pure-hearted, but not naïve. Their worlds are night and day , yet something about her voice quiets the rage inside him. Something about his silence makes her want to speak even more. They meet in a small corner of Kingston, but their love is anything but small. Between the shadows of the street and the call of grace, can they rewrite their fates? Or will his past destroy the only light he's ever known? * Every event in this book is fictional and should be read with that in mind. * The author does not own any of the following pictures, music and media in this book. Completed ✅ July 15, 2025 When The Don Loves Quietly is a love story wrapped in danger, betrayal, and quiet devotion. Book 2: When The Don Breaks Quietly is now live.