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?

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

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.

A broken hearted woman. A quiet yet stern man. Both from different lifestyles and personalities. How will Brielle Monet handle life after finding out that the love of her life for 5 years cheated on her with his Ex and the stress from being a Pediatric Nurse,which demands so much from her?. How will she tackle her profound new insecurities? Will she ever find true love ? Or will it be difficult to open up again? Xavier Kingsley is a Real Estate Developer, a rich yet quiet and humble guy. Isn't interested in relationships especially after experiencing heartbreak of his own. When a new girl appears in his life....will he go for it? Or will he just lead her on? . What and Who will be the reason they can't be together? The question lies again...How will they afford to change someone if they can't change themselves?..... This Book will also cover the lives of different side characters and their many flaws. Stay Tune for more! Too Bad For Us⭐️.

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

Tahje Love Walker is a 24-year-old cardiothoracic surgeon from the small community of Vanity Fair, Linstead. She grew up living a normal life with her parents and a sister close to her age. For most of her life, Tahje dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Determined to save people like her mother, Tahje shifted her focus and worked tirelessly, with the unwavering support of her parents, to achieve her new goal. Years passed, and now she is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons at Kingston Public Hospital. Ashtrey Ja'ior Kestrel, a notorious 20-year-old contract killer, also grew up with a normal life. However, as the saying goes, friends can lead you astray, and that's exactly what happened to him. Known for his ruthless precision and multiple run-ins with the police, Ashtrey has somehow managed to avoid punishment time and time again. Whispers of corruption, police ties, and bloody payoffs follow him everywhere he goes. He is not someone who takes losing lightly, especially when it comes to what or who captures his attention. When Tahje and Ashtrey's worlds collide, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and their lives will change forever. Will they find a way to trust each other despite their differences, or will their collision lead to destruction for them both?

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?

Two mad people

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.

Honestly, mi feel like mi too young fi have dem kinda man problem yer. Because all now mi cyaa leff di bwoy. Ah mussi tie him tie mi. I hear the driver's side door open and I flash open my eyes to see Micheal coming into the driver's seat. He doesn't say anything as he pulls out his phone to connect it to the car. Without warning he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, adjusting his seatbelt as he turns onto the street. "Noelle, mi honestly nuh inna di bagga chatting right now, so it better if mi juss carry yuh back a yuh aunty yaad" his voice is low and I could hear his annoyance and anger in every word. "Mi nuh know why yuh so angry Micheal...but yea bring mi back ah mi yaad because mi nuh waan deh roun yuh right now" I say turning my head to look out the window, crossing my arms in the process. "Eeeh? A suh it aguh go?" he asks with an emotionless stare. "Bet" He starts to speed up the car, turning up the music on the stereo as he overtook the car in front of us. Fada God please don't mek this man run we off ah the road and kill we.