"Yuh nuh have a woman, Andreas?" I asked him. "That nuh concern you. You we a talk 'bout," He dismissed and I glared at him. "Yuh feel yuh woman ago come beat me cause her man nuh wah gah him yard? Me can't fight yer? And me wah yuh fi gwaan home," I told him. He hummed and lay down on the bed. "Me will teach yuh fi fight," He said, shrugging his shoulders. I stared at him in disbelief. "Yuh nuh love yuh woman? Why yah be a dog shit?" I frowned deeply.

"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

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

"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.

Shanya and Alex are destined to be in each other's lives, but they need to figure out what role they will play. Secrets spanning many years mixed with unthinkable sexual attraction may just be a recipe for disaster. Language: English and Jamaican Creole (Patois).

This story is told from two perspectives. From someone who longed for all life had to offer, Kalíanna, who had the ideal life that many would kill for or many worked so hard for. This young girl who lead what society deemed as a privileged life, who "had it all"...but a what cost? Her happiness. Javier was from a struggling background, he worked his way to the top. All his life he sought material things, thinking it heal the scars from his past. What will happen when he finds out all the wealth he has acquired won't heal his broken soul? The two are childhood friends who venture on different paths but have a similar struggle. Will the change in their friendship be for the better or the worse?

As I watched her lean over to touch her ankle and simply shake her ass, I was filled with burning desire. BBC? She spiteful yf. Man literally a see har fat pumz a pump out through har short rumpa. "Bella," I said. "Yeah," she replied, still dancing. "Come, Yasso, now! I declared. She swiftly approached me while being silent. A love story between Rosario Pablo Hines aka Badz & Issabella Brown aka Issa. *** This book is fictional and everything is from my own imagination. I don't own any of the images in this book.