"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

Fantasia, a young adult, met her future lover, a well-known artist, while tending bar. However, their initial encounter left her with a negative impression, as she felt he treated others with condescension, leading her to dismiss him at the time.

This story is purely fiction!!! If you don't understand patios I don't recommend you read this book but if you are willing to try then go ahead Warning⚠️!:This book contains sex content substance abuse and violence and is mature If you are going to rewrite this book or use ideas I don't have a problem just make sure to give credits are at least mention my name thank you and enjoy🥰 Just so you know that this book is purely fiction and none of this is not pertaining to the persons real life and I do not own any of these pictures or know any of these persons PLEASE EXCUSE MY MISTAKES I WILL CORRECT THEM WHEN EDITING THE STORY

What does one choose when faced with difficult decisions and uncertain outcomes? As Lyric Azan navigates the world of teaching and balancing the secrets of her family's gang affiliations, she becomes entangled in a forbidden romance with the son of an opposing gang leader. Witness the inner plight Lyric experiences as she makes the hardest decisions of her life. Will she follow her heart or her family's wishes?

WRITTEN IN ENGLISH AND JAMAICAN DIALECT. Maybe this was my punishment for all the times I didn't listen to my mom, I was always good in school, had my head on straight and always follow my dreams but has the saying goes, who cyah hear will feel so yes, I think this is my punishment because who the hell falls in love with a Jamaican Don.

"Mani come inna de bomboclaat car before mi drag yuh in mi self" Mr.Man warns but him anuh mi fada suh mi nah move....''bredda yuh nahve nuh earz?!" yuh nah fe shout mi deh right yah suh eno... {Description In The Story} (P.S.) The Book So Armani Is Written In Jamaican Patois Therefore If You Dont Speak The Language Or You Are Not Used To The Language I Am Asking You To Read Something Else Thank You. Follow Me On Here @neawritess4 Instagram: @writtenbynea1 ~ Thank You All💕 Most Impressive Ranking🏆 🏆1 in relatable 🏆18 in teens 🏆3 in new writer

"No secret ever stays a secret, Malikai." I breathed. "We've never tried keeping one just between us, so how will we know we wouldn't do a better job than those before us?" He smirked. Their meeting in her classroom was the beginning of a whirlwind experience. One neither of them bargained for and one that may cost them both ...everything. But one ting bout Malikai Evans, him don't f*ck around bout what belongs to him.

It all started with a Don and a college girl. Mysterious actions always takes place or should I say coincidence? "Cut out them dutty style deh yuh hear. You nuh know 'No?'' I say to him. Check out I promise you won't regret it. Out of Many one people that's our Motto🇯🇲.. [Preview Chapter 9..] I pulled the door seeing him in his towel tucked around his waist. My eyes trails down to his perfectly shaped V line. A lil smile formed on my face. Riah? Riah! Bout innocent look at you. He walk over to me and lifted my chin causing me to stare right in his eyes as our eyes went back and forth. "You like wha yuh see?" He ask teasingly. I nodded. Riah?! Shi why mi just nod? "No- ye- shi never mind" I say frustratingly as I look down. He lifted my chin once again. This time I didn't look in his eyes I look down his V line. He chuckled. He lifted me and place me on the counter, he then took the clothes out of my hands and place it next to me. He held the back of my head and leaned me in for a kiss. He sucks my bottom lip gently and slowly as I let out the softest moan ever. What is this feeling. Love So fast? Your new to love No it's not love I can't fall for him so quickly. His hands went under my saree as he rubs my legs. I pulled away, "let me change first?" Stay Reading.. Follow to be a Star_Reader⭐ This story is written in Standard English and Jamaican creole also known as Patois/Patwa. I don't own the right to any of the photos used in this story. They all came from pinterest and Google. It's an enjoyable story. Must read!

" a wah " me say with attitude Him shake him head and smile " so me cah look pan yuh " " no " I said looking at him up and done and not In a nice way either After wasting two years of her life with her ex-boyfriend kaheel, Aharia has made up her mind that she's going to do her And do it single but what happens when she meets zayden , the Jamaican Don who easily paves his way in to her Him humble , she fulla a attitude , him no take chat and he's determined to get anything weh him want Just watch when the two a dem lick head no Chubble!

I finally stopped to catch my breath when I figured I covered enough ground for the time being , it got dark really fast 'me sure couple Macka ina me foot bottom'. At that same time I saw a car coming and I ran right out there "if a dirt a dirt" I said to no one in particular. I am lucky that he had sharp brakes because he stopped and immediately came out of the car " Ayy gyal ya madwoman, why u choose fi kill yourself when yuh see my car" I walked to the car and shouted "sorry sir please help me duh".