There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

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.

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

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

What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!

Here Gutta Lies in 'Angle'... I hit someone and jerk back. "Shit," I gasp. It's him. I immediately don't feel bad. I just know he did this purposely. "A wahm to yuh bredda?" "Yuh cya drive?" he ask intimidatingly. I don't even shake. "Yuh nav yiy?" "Yuh nuh see a 21st century we inna?" he ask looking at the paper. "How that a affect yuh?" I kiss my teeth. "Man, see da gyal ya and lowe har yer?" I push off the trolley and feel him slap my ass with his big hand. I look down at his fingers sinking in my pants. Then up at him not pleased. "Me and the girl a fren so dis naggo work." "So who you fe tell me wah naggo work?" **************************************** A captivating tale of love and deception, centered around a complicated love triangle. The story revolves around Jaden also known as Gutta, a charismatic but troubled 'bad boy' who finds himself torn between his long-time girlfriend and her friend. As Gutta falls for his girlfriend's friend, he attempts to maintain both relationships by weaving a web of lies. However, the question remains: how long can he keep up this charade? When his girlfriend is seeking genuine love? And his newfound sweetheart is desiring more from him? Find out in "Angle." # 1 in Jam🥇 # 1 in gunman🥇

"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝." I'm Jewel Morgan, a 20-year-old influencer living the dream, or at least that's what everybody including my 800k followers think. Behind the perfect Instagram posts and YouTube vlogs, my reality is anything but glamorous. I'm stuck in a marriage I don't want, with a man who's slowly breaking me. Then there's HIM. Jahvel Morrison-32, successful music producer, and the man behind some of Jamaica's biggest hits. He's charming, untouchable, and let's be real, dangerous in all the ways that make a woman weak. He's the type you run from... but I didn't. One video shoot. One opportunity. One trip that changed everything. Now, I'm tangled in a life I didn't ask for, and Jahvel? He's got his own secrets, a past darker than I ever imagined. And as much as I try to keep my distance, I can't deny the pull between us. This is a Jamaican Romance book filled with passion, tension, betrayal, and redemption. It's about finding yourself in the chaos-and maybe finding love along the way. WARNING: This book contains mature themes, emotional depth, and all the drama you didn't know you needed.

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

"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

"Being with a God-fearing man who prays over you is beautiful... but when that same man got you calling on the Lord for a whole different reason in bed? That's a different kind of spiritual experience..." - Amerei