Milan Ren Vaughn and Kairo Benton have spent months turning their apartment hallway into a silent warzone. She's convinced he's loud, messy, and allergic to respecting her peace, while he swears she was born to complain about anything he does. Their neighbors know the tension. Management knows the tension. And Christmas is the only thing keeping the building from falling apart. So when the manager assigns them to co-run the annual Christmas charity event, neither of them takes it well. Still, the holidays won't wait, the toy drive needs saving, and someone has to hang the lights - even if it means working side by side with the one person they can't stand. But as the season settles in, something unexpected begins slipping through the cracks. Late nights of planning feel calmer than they should. Their banter softens. The glow of the holiday lights makes everything seem a little less harsh, and a little more... possible. Moments that should've meant nothing start to feel like something they can't explain. They promised their truce would end after Christmas. But the holidays have a funny way of revealing gifts you never knew you needed - especially when they're wrapped in the person living right next door.

Rising dancehall star Skippa, renowned for his soul-stirring lyrics, ascends to fame, revealing the authentic stories behind his songs to an ever-growing fan base. But amidst the chaos, he meets Ny'Ava, an 18-year-old who knows little about his world of fame and music. Her genuine nature and lack of interest in his celebrity status captivate him, a stark contrast to the attention he's accustomed to. Intrigued, Skippa sets his sights on Ny'Ava, but their love is fraught with challenges. Betrayal, heartache, loss, and trauma threaten to tear them apart. As they navigate the turbulent landscape of their relationship, they must confront their deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Will Skippa and Ny'Ava overcome the darkness that surrounds them, or will their love succumb to the pressures of fame, expectation, and past demons?

Sabian 'Sire the Don' Savage is in the prime of his career, as his music is reigning on the top of the charts and the media will do anything to get close to the mogul. While in the public eye he has everything a man could want, a flourishing career, a beautiful woman, and the music world in his palm - behind closed doors things are much different. From the greed, lies, and the pretending he's constantly surrounded by, Sabian finds himself wanting to break away from the pressure within the industry. However that doesn't seem like an option when everyone is depending on him, and instead Sabian battles with not only himself but those around him. That's until Sabian meets a carefree dancer by the name of Kadence Davine, a superstar on the dance floor and literally the party everywhere she goes. The two are clearly opposites, as Kadence strives off of pressure in order to be the best, and the best she's destined to be. With that being said, Kadence is only committed to one thing - the dance floor; and she makes that clear as she breaks a few hearts on the way to the top. So what happens when Sabian, also known as Sire the Don gives her the opportunity of a life time? A tale of love and fame. Follow Sabian and Kadence as they find it impossible to conquer both their dreams and each other's hearts; And no matter how much they don't want to fall under the pressure, their chemistry is undeniable. Sabian is willing to risk it all for Kadence, however is she willing to do the same? Or is a chance at the top a little more sweeter....than a chance at love?

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

Their eyes met. His brown eyes. Her brown eyes. Then came the crash. /// She's obsessed with being her father's number 2. He's obsessed with the boxing heavyweight title. She's obsessed with her family business. He's obsessed with his diet. She's distant. He's distant. But forget everything written above, because a plane crash will change it all. --- POETIC LOVE. '𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 "𝘞𝘦" 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵, 𝘰𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘰𝘸?' Enemies to lovers. Credits for cover (Pinterest):- meag ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ *COMPLETED (SHORT STORY).*

COMPLETED ✅ EDITED ✅ "Just, slip it in nuh." She said caressing my chin. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! "Tyana-" I started but she shut me up by kissing me again. I started kissing her back and then I felt her hand grip my dick. I groaned into the kiss and I felt her smile. This fucking demon gyal. She started massaging my dick through my swim trunks while still kissing me. Who teach har fi do this? • Tyana lives in Portland Jamaica, she spends her time working in her store and staying home. When she meets Adrian she slowly lets her guard down and begin having fun, but is that safe? Will he break her heart? What dangers will being associated with him lead to and most importantly, what does this rich man want with her? • (includes smutt - which means, a NUFF fucking ina mi book!) Highest Rankings #portland no.1 #store no.1 #montegobay no.1 #storeowner no.1 #explore no.1 #lifechanging no.4

She's trying to heal. He's trying to change. Neither expected each other. Bridget McFarlane, a 32-year-old single mom of two, is doing her best to rebuild her life. Fresh out of a toxic relationship, she's learning to trust God, silence the voices of self-doubt, and believe that healing-and love-might still be possible. But with her heart guarded and her standards high, she's not settling again. She's prayed for the right man, and she's trusting God to deliver. Enter Philip Bailey-47, wealthy, charming, and spiritually lost. On the outside, he has it all; on the inside, he's haunted by a lifetime of emptiness and a string of meaningless nights. When he first meets Bridget, it's lust that draws him in-plain and simple. But what begins as shallow desire quickly unravels into something deeper, something he can't explain. And it terrifies him. Bridget isn't impressed. He's not the man she prayed for, not even close. But after a sudden tragedy forces their paths to intertwine, neither of them can ignore the unexpected connection forming between them. As past wounds resurface and faith is tested, they must wrestle with the idea that God's plan doesn't always fit the script we write for ourselves. God's Unexpected Answer is a heartfelt story about second chances, surrender, and the surprising ways love-and grace-can find us when we least expect them. N.B. This is a Jamaican Novel #Jamaican_Author #Jamaican_Story #Age_Gap_Relationship #Richman #Struggling_Heroine #GOD #Abusive_Past

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

Peaceful would be the perfect word for Mila to describe where she was in life. She was a single mother, raising her daughter alone-which wasn't anything new, anyway-but she'd escaped. She'd escaped the life she was born into and created a new found family that didn't exude toxicity. But as her best friend never let her forget, the next addition to her life had to be...love.