I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

Kimberly sit pon di veranda, di night air cool and calm. Di stars dem a shine bright, and di moon cast a soft glow pon everything. Dante walk up to her slowly, di sound of him footsteps quiet as him approach. Him look at her, smile soft, and say, "Kim, yuh beautiful tonight." Kimberly raise up her head, look at him with a soft smile. "Yuh always know how fi mek mi feel special," she reply, voice gentle. Dante kneel down beside her, his hand reaching out to hold hers. "Mi nuh tek yuh for granted, Kim. Every moment mi spend wid yuh blessing," him whisper, his thumb gently brushing across her hand. "Mi waan yuh fi know seh mi care fi yuh deeply." Kimberly heart skip a beat, feeling di warmth of his words. She squeeze his hand back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mi care fi yuh too, Dante. It feels good fi know someone understand mi like dis." Him lean in closer, their faces inches apart. Di night air shift, and di only sound is di beat of their hearts. "Yuh ready fi mek more memories with mi?" Dante ask, his eyes searching hers. "Mi always ready, Dante," Kimberly respond, voice steady, but her heart racing. In dat moment, time seem fi slow down as he lean in and kiss her softly, di kiss full of love and warmth. It wasn't just a kiss, but a promise - a promise of more moments together, of growing closer and finding peace in each other's arms.

"When yaa go stop tell people seh we deh?" "When we finally deh." In the vibrant yet tumultuous streets of Kingston, Jamaica, Liam and Amalia navigate a world marked by both secrets, love and conflict. Liam, an aspired artiste and producer dreams of making it big but finds himself drawn into the violent underbelly of the city as he tries to gain recognition not associated with his father's name. Amalia, a defense lawyer somehow finds herself intertwined with the life that Liam has known all his life. • THIS BOOK IS PURELY CARIBBEAN FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN REAL LIFE. ENJOY, LIKE AND SHARE! ❤️‍🔥

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Armanii is Jamaica's newest dancehall star lighting up the charts and your TikTok feed, but don't get it twisted, he's over the "internet artiste" label and dead serious about proving he's the real deal. Behind the hype, the chains, and the stage lights? A man dealing with the cold, quiet side of fame. Then boom! Alisa Miller enters the chat. Straight out of New York, privacy and unbothered girl in her own lane. Love? Not on her to-do list. She's focused, intentional, and allergic to drama. So how do they end up next to each other on a flight to Jamaica? One little seat mix up and suddenly it's vibes, side-eyes, and unexpected sparks. She's not here for the noise, but Armanii? He's intrigued. One missed DM, one flight, and suddenly he's chasing more than just hit songs. Thing is, Alisa's quiet life and Armanii's loud world? Oil and water. Paparazzi, secrets, temptation, and trust issues? That's just Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, the right kind of chaos can make the sweetest music. So buckle up because this love story is messy, magnetic, and way too real. And yuh see Armani and Alisa? Dem might just be each other's favorite Rough Patch.

AMELIA A 20 year old college dropout out living in Tawes Pen. #rape #abuse #trauma

" 𝘔𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘩 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 "

"Mama, I can't just leave Abir." I admitted, telling her exactly why I couldn't do this. Not only would she be snatching me away from my family and friends but she was taking me away from the person I'd loved for five going on six years. I couldn't just walk away from him. "Baby.." She trailed off, sighing deeply. "I know you love Abir." She stood to her feet to stop packing for a moment and pulled me into her. "But I promise you, there will be other boys. Right now you have to do what's best for you and that's coming with your daddy and I to give you a better life." "Better life for who? You?!" I screamed out, becoming even more angry at her choice of words. As if my feelings were robotic and I could just turn them on and off for any and every person. "My feelings just don't matter to y'all at all, huh?" I asked, crying harder than before now. "Speak to your mother with some respect, Giselle." My father spat to me and I shook my head, watching as they stood there looking at me like some dumb teenager. This wasn't puppy love for me. I didn't spend 5 years building something, just to walk away from it for their dreams. I couldn't do it. Sinner. Book #1