"𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦𝘩 𝘺𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢 𝘢 𝘗𝘪𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘺" Raheem said to me while I watch her through the car window with low eyes "𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘯" I love story about Kyle a Don/gunman who fell in love with a young girl who is underage. out of all the women that fell at his feet he wanted her and just her. and a young girl named Sorriayh who lives with her mom in a two bedroom board and zinc house in a dangerous community everyday her mom goes out to try a secure a future for her daughter working tirelessly to send her to school so she can have a better future until trouble knock on there board door... TW violence sexual content lets get into ittttt😝

A young girl, exhausted by the stress of her toxic family, decides to escape for a while and visits her aunt in another country. There, she meets a man from her hometown-someone she never knew before. In just two weeks, he spoils her, cherishes her, and shows her what it truly means to be appreciated.

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

Mi really affi ask mi self, why me one so salt? Is like mi mada bathe mi inna salt from birth tpc. "Kazhier!" My sister shouted pulling me from my thoughts. Oh right we were here, she deh cuss while mi a wonder why me so salt. "Mi done wid yuh." She said before walking away. I was done with her hours ago she just deh here a send up har pressure. "Yuh wah mi send yuh guh States?" My brother in law asked making me nod. Anything weh fi get from this f-upped place.

A talented boy from the roughest part of town earns a scholarship to a prestigious, predominantly white high school, where he's thrust into a world of privilege, pressure, and cultural clashes. Paired with the no-nonsense "boogie" black girl for a school project, he's initially put off by her sharp wit and unapologetic confidence. But as they work together, he discovers there's more to her than meets the eye-her passion for life, fierce independence, and determination to break free from expectations even when her adoptive parents are morbidly controlling and mentally abusive. Over time, their unlikely bond blossoms into an undeniable romance, and with her by his side, he finds the strength to confront the challenges of balancing two worlds, all while striving to fulfill his basketball dreams. But it's not just his game that gets a makeover-his perspective on life, love, and self-worth is completely transformed.

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

"A wahm to deh bumboclaat bwoy yah man me seh fi let me guh!" I shouted at him. He stood there looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Chawgi me seh me want yuh and a yasso yah tan...tap eh bumboclaat noise a me fucking head nuh melia!" He spoke in an irritated tone. "A who yuh feel like yah chat to suh dranko? I ask, growing more and more furious seeing that he was not going to let me out. ~ NB: THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS NAMES THAT I'VE USED!!!

Dr. Monáe Blackwell is a highly educated OBGYN, committed to her patients and her career. King is a younger slightly rude construction worker. ******************** I heard his footsteps behind me but I avoided him as I walked through the curtain and into the living room. "A you me a talk to enuh." "I'm not arguing with nobody's child." I said as I put on my shoes and walked out the door. I didn't notice that he was following me until I was at the gap in the fence. "Child? Mi a big man. Yuh think 25 a pickney?" Again I didn't answer. I focused my attention on the fence and tried to maneuver through the wire. Just my luck, the wires hooked the back of my leggings waist. "See it deh, you get hook. Mi just fi lef you right yasso." ********** This is a cutesy book!! Nothing tumultuous❤️❤️

Cold air bite into my lungs, my breathing came in short gasps as my shoes pounded heavily into the drenched soil causing mud to splash up my legs. They're going to catch on me soon. I could hear their heavy footsteps, his heavy breathing. Soon I stopped hearing them, I stopped hearing him. Did I escape? I turn around and my eyes scanned the darkness. Where are they? Where is he? A breath of relief escapes my lips and I turned around while moving forward. I bumped into something hard and instantly I fell back causing arms to wrap around my waist. "Little doll," My heart sinks and my spine stiffens as I looked up and met his dark eyes. "Ghost-" "Mi nuh tell uh a ready say yah fimi and you nah go ever escape me," his gruff tone met my ears. "I'm not yours Ghost," I said in a stern tone, hoping it would go through his dark twisted mind. "The moment I saw you, you became mine, the moment you came on my tongue, Paige, your whole body and mind is mine," he said possessively and cold. I couldn't help the fear that washed over me along with the tears that soaked my underwear. "I hate you," "And soon we'll both watch you fall in love with every deranged and unhinged part of me," he declares. I'm so fucked by life and this psychopath that is now madly obsessed with me. He's a ruthless cold hearted Russian/Jamaican mob boss who mets her in a local supermarket and he's now madly obsessed with her. He stays in the shadows as he washes over her. He's the type that kills if you even breathe wrong in her direction. He's Reign Midnight. She's a mother of one, struggling to make ends meet for her four year old son. She soon finds out that she's been stalked by Reign and his soldiers but that's not the only problem she faces after this. If you value you're sanity put this book down.

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.