They say love is beautiful if it is unexpected and real but I am learning that even the unexpected love can be harmful to us..............

"Yuh never know police man coulda be romantic?" - Javani. She never planned on falling for a police officer. But one late-night pickup changed everything. Between laughter that feels like home, arguments that cut too deep, and secrets she isn't ready to face, Aajanai finds herself tangled in a love that tests both her patience and her heart. And when the past comes knocking, she has to decide-will love be enough to keep her safe, or will it all come crashing down?

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.

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!

She had her life in order, A nurse🩺 with a purpose, And a new beginning. But all it took was one night... One reckless decision... ...to change everything. She's now in debt with the Fierce. And with this debt came Addiction. Obsession. Risk. Will they choose each other in the end, or let the weight of it all tear them apart?

Ka'lani Smith is more than just a medical student-she's carrying a family legacy she never asked for. When Jaden Singh steps into her world, nothing will ever be the same. In Kingston's dangerous streets, where trust is scarce and every move counts, a deadly game begins. But what happens when enemies find something worth fighting for? *•LOYALTY•LOVE•LIES•* Murderer's Intentions - a raw, intense story of love, loyalty, and betrayal. ⚠️ Contains strong language, violence, and mature themes. Reader discretion advised.⚠️ One chapter won't do u justice keep reading!!! To find out everything ❤️. JAMAICAN STORY 🇯🇲 This story will consist highly of creole/patois, it will also have a mix English and Spanish.

feelin like ecstasy ...

Zurianne never imagined that saving her mother's life would cost her own freedom. Forced into an arranged marriage with Christopher Whyte the infamous Jamaican Don feared by many,she braces herself for a life of cold stares and ruthless commands. But when she meets him on their wedding day, he isn't the monster she expected. His eyes hold secrets, his touch isn't cruel, and for a moment, she wonders if the rumors were wrong. But Christopher is not a man to be deceived. Beneath his tailored suits and calm demeanor lies a heart as cold as steel. He knows exactly why Zurianne is here his wealth, his power, his connections. Love is out of the question, and trust? Impossible. She may wear his ring, but she'll never have his heart. In a world where loyalty is everything and betrayal is a death sentence, Zurianne must decide: play the game or risk losing everything, including the man she swore she would never love.

Sierra Carter, a sharp and ambitious FBI agent, is sent to Jamaica on an investigation that takes her far beyond the line of duty. In the heart of Kingston, she crosses paths with Malik 'Zeeks' Sinclair, a feared gangster with a magnetic charm and a dangerous past. Despite their worlds being oceans apart, an undeniable connection sparks between them, threatening to unravel the lives they've each carefully constructed. But with Malik's loyal yet fiery baby mother, Kendra Taylor, unwilling to let go of the man she's built her life around, tensions run high. In a world of love, betrayal, and buried secrets, Sierra must navigate a storm of passion and danger that will leave no one untouched. Will love prove to be the ultimate escape-or the final trap? ----------------------- MAIN CHARACTERS * Malik "Zeeks" * Sierra * Kendra The photo used for this book cover is not my property, but the content of this book is entirely my intellectual property and is fully copyrighted. I reserve all rights to this work and do not grant permission for it to be published, distributed, or used by anyone without my explicit consent.