Rising dancehall star Skippa, renowned for his soul-stirring lyrics, ascends to fame, revealing the authentic stories behind his songs to an ever-growing fan base. But amidst the chaos, he meets Ny'Ava, an 18-year-old who knows little about his world of fame and music. Her genuine nature and lack of interest in his celebrity status captivate him, a stark contrast to the attention he's accustomed to. Intrigued, Skippa sets his sights on Ny'Ava, but their love is fraught with challenges. Betrayal, heartache, loss, and trauma threaten to tear them apart. As they navigate the turbulent landscape of their relationship, they must confront their deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Will Skippa and Ny'Ava overcome the darkness that surrounds them, or will their love succumb to the pressures of fame, expectation, and past demons?

This book is a Jamaican fictional story book that's not like the ordinary but more interesting and intense 🇯🇲🔥 Enjoy❤️

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬.

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

I entered the car furiously slaming the front passenger seat door . After a minute of us not saying anything to each other .He pulled of A minute later leaving my community driving down a unknown road he slowed down and parked hitting the locks .I finally Looked over at him confused thats when i noticed that he was lighting up a spliff I rolled my eyes and looked away Not before glimpsing a gun rested in his lap I quickly looked away feeling scared "Uh look so like uh see ghost suh b. Or a uh reflection uh see?" He asked , and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, I cursed myself for not wearing my glasses and he chucked and turned off the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes as he proceded to smoke "No. First mia see one johncrow up close" I replied and he chuckled lowly. "Neva did a say that when yah boom of mi hood though?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after what you did ? I thought you wanted to talk I said folding my arms fronting knowing damn well that I missed him. "Emm" He called me by the nickname he gave me I remained silent, even though I was blushing on the inside , he kissed his teeth. "Yuh teeth wah brush or somu" "Emm bill of a ee fuckrey nuh calm c nuh ma " "Aii" I said rolling my eyes. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi cyah look pon mi ooman again " He said before pulling off. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes . He looks so sexy driving my subconscious said .'silence' yeah girl him feel him cute Betta I thought .©️

'𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'

'𝐌𝐢 𝐧𝐮𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐢 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠'

Join the second leg of Jordanne and Ryleigh's Journey.

A JAMAICAN ACTION ROMANCE: Ryleigh Stevens? Yeah that's me... Come along with me on life's adventures. What adventures you might ask? You'll just have to read on to find out 😉 Platonic love is one thing but when that option is ripped away, what does one do? Faced with the choice of romantic love or nothing at all, I'm set against my best friend.