A JAMAICAN STORY BOOK 🇯🇲✔️ 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?

Never will I again cherish friendship because not everyone is real enough to relate to the Alkaline song "After all". READ THE 📕📖📚!!!

He hands me a bottle of water, "Suppose yuh breed?" I shrug opening the water "Wym by that?? Mi tell yuh get up inuh" he slightly raised his voice, I remove the bottle from my head and stared at him "Okay and why yah shout?? If me breed me can always dash it weh" I said to hear his response He took up his shorts, "A that yuh better do cause me nuh want no pickney" Oh wow Weh tf, I took up my shirt and put it on, I opened his car door to get out I felt him grab my hand. "Weh yah go chawgie??" So me suppose to stay inah the car after that fuckery him juss say.......... ~♤~♡~◇~♧~♡~◇~♡~♤~◇~♤

A JAMAICAN DYSTOPIAN ROMANCE: It's the year 2301 in Jamaica. Yeah you read that right. But what happens when all the roles have switched? When women are the leaders? When the standard of beauty is onyx dark skin and kinky hair? When that same standard determines your societal class? When tiny technological assistants can speak and feel what you feel? Or when the daughter of the High Command Ruler finds herself more than in love with the leader of 'the resistance'? Wish me coulda tell yuh lol, but yahfi just read it.

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?

After leaving an abusive relationship. Ashley falls unexpectedly for a scammer she met online. But the journey is nothing she expected...

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 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 to Jamaica was exactly what they needed-a break from the pressures of running their company, a chance to relax under the island sun, sip cocktails by the beach, and let loose for once. Everything was going perfectly-sunshine, laughter, turquoise waves... 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. They decided to go clubbing, wanting to end the trip with a bang. The music pulsed through the air, bodies moved in rhythm, and for once, they felt free. She was dancing, smiling, completely in the moment-until she slipped away to use the restroom. What should have been a quick trip changed everything. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭. Impressive Ranks: 🥇Caribbean 07/17/2025 🥈 Pregancy 07/ 18/2025 🥈Jamaica 07/20/2025 🥉Mistake 07/ 20/ 2025

Jamaican Romance Book W I S D O M ✍︎︎ "Do I need to say why I am here?" I asked him in all seriousness but he didn't replied, instead he just gave me a cheque. "Yuh haffi abort the baby or something but yuh caah keep it." He said calmly as I glared at him. I processed his words before I reached in my bag for my water bottle. I opened it, which is filled with water and ice before throwing it in his face and all over his desk that has his apple products. "Abort yuh muma!" I yelled and immediately broke down. I got up and walked out the office while he sat there with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.