🇯🇲!! In this story, Bayka, a rising Jamaican dancehall artiste, is climbing his way to fame, capturing hearts with his talent and charisma. His world takes an unexpected turn when he meets Azhanai, the cousin of one of his closest friends. From the first encounter, there's an undeniable spark between them-a connection that grows as they share dreams, ambitions, and vulnerabilities. Azhanai becomes Bayka's grounding force, someone who sees the person behind the rising star. But their love is far from easy. Bayka's fame brings attention from countless admirers and groupies, testing Azhanai's trust and patience. Their contrasting personalities also bring friction, with Azhanai's fiery independence sometimes clashing with Bayka's quieter approach. But through the ups and downs, they both realize how much they mean to each other. Despite these trials, their love endures. Through moments of doubt, jealousy, and misunderstanding, they learn to lean on each other, finding comfort in their shared dreams and struggles. Together, Bayka and Azhanai navigate the highs and lows, fighting to keep their love alive amidst the pressures of fame and family expectations. THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!

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"Yuh need me?" he asked looking directly into her eyes "Mi nuh need nobody" she replied returning his stare wonder why him wah me need him so much she thought "Just say yuh need me nuh shanti" he said looking frustrated. He came into her life so randomly out of pure coincedence he brought distruction in his wake but he would prefer to see the world fall than to hurt her, his heart in human form. He mended a heart he did not break hers to be more specific he became her peace and sanctuary in so doing she believed Anything weh sinna seh But not all love is everlasting and sometimes to be loved is to be free Because a sinna love is demonically toxic. A jamaican romance novel Read with caution 18+ Warning may include: smut abuse bdsm blood play crime and violance do not copy

The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

The official spinoff for the original book Inlove with my Neighbor. Narrating the life of the kids who have grown to battle the life they are birth into. "Low-key worked when it was needed." His palm rest at the side of my face. His thumb caress my jawline "Not right now though. Not when a woman like you with such artistic precision deserves to be shown off." Heaving a sigh, I start creating the many scenarios in my head of how my family will take this news. Wondering if the love we have is able to withstand the many obstacle that await us once we're out there. "Such perfection. Body like an easel. Your face... the perfect canvas. Your mind? IT hold many characteristics that's waiting to come to life." "The perfect Art weh nuh amount a price can sumn up its worth. For that, yuh deserve to be shown off. Publicly. Respectfully." Dumbstruck by not only his words, I become dazed when he slowly open my legs wide. His head follow suit. And where his lips end up, will eventually pull an answer from me that I might regret. A regret that will be worth it in the end. Maybe?

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.

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate. Then bam! Nickoi Jacobs happened. The notorious bad boy 'Prezzi' and track star from Kingston College. Speeding tickets? Check. Gang banging? Check. Fast life? Check. Heartbreaker? Double check. How did I end up tripping over him in my perfectly planned world? Again... Bwoy, look like we mek fi each other. Nickoi is trouble with a capital T, the epitome of a walking red flag. But that smile? Sends my heart on a math vacation every single time! He's got more baggage than an airport carousel, and yet, there's this pull between us, breaking every rule I've ever known. What's a girl to do when Mr. Wrong feels so right? Hmm, well dive into the drama because with Nickoi, logic's on vacation and my heart's along for the ride. When it comes to him, Life's anything but predictable. So strap in, folks. Yuh think you see nutt'n yet? Think again. Ready for the twists and turns of "Not My Type 3 the Alternate World"? Because I am! I think?

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"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