You feel mi a gold digger i said lookin at him with disgust. Mek mi tell you dis mi noh frighten fi your money cause mi have mi own money and mi parents dem money Fi spend suh mi noh know weh you come yah bout.

17year old jasmine or as they call her dess/destiny has a crush on the most notorious heartless don known as Xavier or as they call him killa/don. Jasmine got her crush yes but what will the obstacles be between those two. Putting a smile on my face before I entered the house I walked in and everywhere was pitch black. Silently walking in the living room trying to not make any noise the light suddenly came on, Frighten I turned around to see Xavier sitting on the single sofa with a bottle of Hennessey drinking while looking at me. "𝚆𝚎𝚑 𝚢𝚊𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙽𝚞𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒", he glared at me putting down the bottle " 𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚊 𝚖𝚒 𝚐𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚑 𝚋𝚋𝚣", I laughed nervously at him taking off my shoes "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎", he took his gun from his waist putting it on the center table Walking towards him with sweaty palms and a fast beating heart wondering if he found out about what I did. " 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏", "𝚆𝚊𝚑 𝚞 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚋", I said my eyes never leaving him as he stoop before me. Looking at me dead in the eyes "𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋", he smiled Gripping me by the neck he whispered " 𝚃𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚞𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜", will these two lovers get over their obstacles or will they let the obstacles get over them? There would be typos to be corrected but I will be fixing them once I'm finished with writing please to note this is my first time writing a story so bare with me thank you💋

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

Some people are born with everything. What about the people who don't? They'd have to fight for what they want... right? See, growing up in a community where poverty, violence, and loss were just a normal part of life, the future never looked bright. The dreams these two young adults had were too big for people who started with nothing. But they were determined to escape. After one gaze at the river. One flat tire. One hospital room. These two young adults realized they had a spark worth fighting for. While struggling through life... they also wanted to be loved. Loved properly. Love doesn't come easy - and neither does becoming rich. Will they fight through it all... or let the same thing that brought them together tear them apart?

Zontae "Zonny" Carter has spent his whole life surviving by one rule: don't be different. On 55th Street, respect is everything-and Zontae has it. He runs with his gang, rides for his brothers, and keeps his head down. Nobody knows his secret. Nobody can. Across the hood, Apex controls the other side-organized, ruthless, untouchable. Their leader, Trell King, is everything Zontae shouldn't be drawn to: powerful, calm, openly dangerous... and watching him. When tension between 55th and Apex escalates after a deal goes wrong, Zontae finds himself caught in the middle during a late-night confrontation. Instead of killing him, Trell lets him walk-on purpose. From that moment on, Trell starts appearing everywhere Zontae is, testing him, protecting him, claiming space in his life without ever touching him. Zontae's confusion turns into anger. His loyalty to 55th clashes with feelings he doesn't understand, while Trell sees through every lie Zontae tells himself. As violence between the gangs worsens, Zontae's secret becomes harder to hide-physically and emotionally. One wrong move could expose everything. Montey's growing suspicion, Dayshawn's quiet concern, and Big Rue's pressure force Zontae toward a breaking point. When a setup goes bad and Zontae is injured, it's Trell who saves him-taking him into Apex territory and making a dangerous offer: protection, truth, and a way out... if Zontae stops running from who he is. Now Zontae has to choose: stay loyal to a world that would destroy him if they knew the truth, or step into Trell's shadow and risk becoming everything he was taught to hate-while finally being seen.

In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.

"Don't ever leave me again" With age comes responsibility, some comes sooner than for others. Being in a family filled with drugs and murder it's only normal to follow in the footsteps of those before you. With old beefs growing more and more deadly the family is more divided then ever. Everything comes at a cost and karma is very much real, it just hits in different ways. With the Jamaican cartel thriving in the drug world and deemed untouchable an old beef between Moriah and Kaine seems to be growing out of control leaving people stuck in the middle. New York also has stepped in to the feud when it's leader grows power hungry forcing sides to be chosen, their motto is 'Death Before Dishonor'. Ajani and Kaine's love story might be officially over, especially when mistakes are made and the past comes to light and sides are chosen out of lies and deceit. When it's all said and done only one side will remain and the California organization you all have grown to love might have just met its match.

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞. highest ranking #3 in new writer #20 in the Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence