"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.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

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?

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.

[SAMPLE] Jaesia Spencer has long since been the poster child for the perfect daughter and scholar. . . until she is faced with what would become one of her biggest obstacles - she start fi forget her broughtupsy.

As a little girl growing up in the small rural community of Shadow Grove, I used to always hear my mother say, "Wat sweet nanny goat, ago run him belly!" I never truly understood the meaning of that phrase...until now. Little did I know that a man would be the poison to my Nanny goat. Everything about him told my intuition he was a trap, yet I walked right in and let the door swing shut. --------------- DISCLAIMER : This book contains MATURE content. Acts of violence. Homophobic POV and homophobic slurs. Read at your OWN risk. ---------------- Book 1: Ruin: A Sweet Jamaican Tale Highest Ranking : #1: Caribbean #1: Thuglovestory #1: Jamaican #1: Dreadlocks #1: Urbanfic #1: Patois #2: Gunman #1: Badman #3: Arrogantman

Alex's light kept the darkness away but now that he's gone Shanya is forced to deal with upsetting memories and anxiety from her past triggered by Alex's actions. Sexual attraction is not enough to fix what is now broken but what about love? Is love enough when forgiveness is not as easy as people make it out to be. Book 2 focuses on Shanya's internal struggles, uncovering past hurt and secrets. If you haven't read Book 1 please go and read it now because Book 2 is a continuation of Book 1. Jus run go read it and cum back so wi can deh pon d same page.

𝘈 19-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘝𝘐𝘙𝘎𝘐𝘕 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏ? ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ? ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ🙃! Most impressive rankings: #1- Jamaican #1- Jamaica #1- Caribbean #1- Patois #1- Eager #2- Jamaican Creole #2- Jamaican Author #3- Jamaican Story

Destiny, has recently graduated from college and has moved to the city to pursue her dream career. At no given time was she interested in the dating scene as she thought it was no good. Mr. Alex Kennedy, a wealthy and eligible bachelor who runs a multi-billion dollar business with his family, in the tourism industry. He has the desire to settle down but pressures of the company comes in between. What's gonna happen when they cross paths? It took one trip to broaden their horizons and create a plethora of surprises. This is the beginning of a Jamaican love story. 🇯🇲 Highest ranking: #1 Patois #1 Urban #2 Black love #3 Caribbean #4 BWWM #12 Jamaica

21-year-old Jaidah Williams, who was a public figure, wig influencer, business owner, and on top of that, a college student studying business in her final year at the University of the West Indies. She reunites with her brother's best friend who was not only protective but possessive of her, who she had not seen in the past two years. Malique Johnson known as Killa, is a 22-year-old dancehall artiste, the oldest son of the most wanted don in St James. He's all about making hit songs, flashy cars, and doing dirty work for his dad. He doesn't only sing about being a badman, he is a badman in real life. The last time they saw each other things got a little steamy. Join them on this roller coaster as they finish what they started all those years ago because Killa won't give up until Jaidah is his, whether his best friend agrees or not. Rankings🏆 #1 in independent #1 entrepreneur #1 artiste #1 rural # 1 Trelawny # 1 blacklove # 1 Jamaican # 1 dancehall # 1 gangs