Beauty And The Jamaican Don Novels & Stories

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I make do with what I have. Jack (Djena's Uncle) I watch this little thing, her beautiful buttocks swaying behind her like ripe fruit. I've been watching her closely for months, she's very hardworking, and above all, she never complains. She's very beautiful, with a wild beauty. She's unaware of the beauty she possesses. I get up to finish the job in the shower. I close my eyes, see her beautiful buttocks again, and imagine myself with her. Hmm... she must be really good... yes... in my head, I ask her to kneel and blow me. Docilely, she does. She is naked before me. Her beautiful breasts are firm like hot air balloons. She is soft to the touch, she is so firm!

She looked hot even though she hadn't taken her bath or dressed up. “Babe, come over and meet my mom.” Donovan walked toward her with a smile. Jasmine moved her face to look at them, she widened her eyes at the people but more at what Donovan had said. He is joking? She thought as she walked down the stair. “Babe?” Mrs Keid looked at Donovan before looking at Jasmine who elegantly walked down the stair. One admirable thing about Jasmine was her confidence, no matter where she was, she oozed confidence like fragrance.

If he wasn't affected by me, why would he have approached me at all? You're lying, I wanted to spit in his face. You want me. You can't be faking it! Oh, but who was I kidding, I thought with a laugh. This was the mafia don. A man with many faces. A man who had succeeded in wrapping both the Italian police and the American police around his finger. A man who pretended to be a saint before the public but deep inside, he was the fucking devil! If he wanted to fake being affected by my touch, If he wanted to pretend he was affected by me, I had reasons to believe that he would do so effortlessly.

I nodded hesitantly, "but I won't go into too many details" He accepted that answer, "I don't think I'd survive if you did go into all the details" I laughed softly at that, "he's from Jamaica just like me and he's what we call a Don back home. He's like the mafia readers you read about except worse. There's no one that he cares about, no family or friend. At first, he hid that side of himself from me and I was completely clueless for a good three months but then I started to put the pieces together"

I had seen the embarrassment replace the ecstasy in her eyes, though the smile she had used on the outside to try to conceal what she had actually felt on the inside. And Jacob, whether he knew it or not, had silenced Leia, bringing her to think her passions are unwanted, that no one had cared. And if he hadn't noticed what he had done to her in that hallway, he was a fucked up guy. And when Jacob did that shit, he broke her spirit to share what she loved. He was honestly just a shitty boyfriend in general. I found Marcus near the baggage area, looking at something on his phone. He looked like he was really focused on whatever he was doing, clearly oblivious to me as I walked right up next t

"Who exactly are you people? Tell me. I need to know the answer!" The man was convinced that I had no way of escaping, which was why he did not mind revealing more information. "Have you heard of Vincent Corleone, baby? He's known as Don Corleone to the people of Socario. He's the Don who holds absolute power and has full control of this state." His eyes narrowed behind his glasses. There was a tinge of respect in his amused tone. "We initially bought you as a special present for him as congratulations for becoming the new Don. After all, who wouldn't like such a beautiful bride like you?"

Soft reggae drifted from hidden speakers, blending with the distant sounds of the city and the gentle crash of waves. Jasmine King, a 26-year-old Jamaican-American entertainment mogul heiress with smooth caramel skin, long dark curls, and a lithe yet voluptuous figure, stood on the private deck in a sheer white bikini. The warm breeze pressed the fabric against her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. She had come for a private retreat. She found something far more consuming. The villa door slid open. Leon “The Lion” Grant, the world-famous Black Jamaican reggae and hip-hop superstar, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark

Axelina smiled at Amar. "Morning, Honey. I want to make cookies. Later, I will tell Adam to give these cookies to Lexon.” said Axelina excitedly. Amar gasped in shock to hear what his wife said. Because how could his wife send Adam to Netherland just to give cookies to his son. Amar shook his head at what his wife was doing at this time. But seeing the happiness that shines on his wife's face, Amar blindly does not have the courage to forbid what his wife wants. Amar chose to sit at the pantry table while staring at his wife who was making cakes. Amar will try to keep a smile on his wife's face to keep looking happy. Even though he had to give his all for the wife he loved so dearly.