Kimberly sit pon di veranda, di night air cool and calm. Di stars dem a shine bright, and di moon cast a soft glow pon everything. Dante walk up to her slowly, di sound of him footsteps quiet as him approach. Him look at her, smile soft, and say, "Kim, yuh beautiful tonight." Kimberly raise up her head, look at him with a soft smile. "Yuh always know how fi mek mi feel special," she reply, voice gentle. Dante kneel down beside her, his hand reaching out to hold hers. "Mi nuh tek yuh for granted, Kim. Every moment mi spend wid yuh blessing," him whisper, his thumb gently brushing across her hand. "Mi waan yuh fi know seh mi care fi yuh deeply." Kimberly heart skip a beat, feeling di warmth of his words. She squeeze his hand back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mi care fi yuh too, Dante. It feels good fi know someone understand mi like dis." Him lean in closer, their faces inches apart. Di night air shift, and di only sound is di beat of their hearts. "Yuh ready fi mek more memories with mi?" Dante ask, his eyes searching hers. "Mi always ready, Dante," Kimberly respond, voice steady, but her heart racing. In dat moment, time seem fi slow down as he lean in and kiss her softly, di kiss full of love and warmth. It wasn't just a kiss, but a promise - a promise of more moments together, of growing closer and finding peace in each other's arms.

The final book in the Nasir Trilogy. This book is about Avi and Sekani navigating life, fighting against racial prejudices thrown at them for being a mixed-race couple along with past lovers trying to break them apart. With people becoming more open-minded... Sekani's family seem to have no interest in changing with the tides and Avi's parents are against their relationship because of their concern for their daughter's safety due to Sekani's mental challenges. Will their relationship be able to survive as forces from BOTH families try to pull them apart? #2 in Jamaican [13/06/24]

At age 30, publications editor Kelsie Taylor is slowly losing hope in finding her fairytale romance. The stories of the women around her who experience abuse and heartbreak along with her own experiences have made her cautious about entering a relationship. Her dream of finding forever love as a young adult is yet to actualize because none of the suitors she encountered so far have made a striking first impression. "I know that with Jamaican men I might have to kiss a few frogs before I find a prince but right now mi feel like a only frog deh here. Most of dem nuh worth more than a hi," she says to a man she only had brief, casual interactions over the past few weeks. He chuckles at her disclosure. "Yuh mean yuh just nuh kiss di right frog yet. And why yuh feel like yuh need a prince or a knight? You are no damsel in distress. You don't need saving." She shrugs at his observation, not sure how to respond. "You just need to get out of your way. I can bet you have written off men with a lot of potential with just one glance. But people are multilayered. You have to peel back the surface to get a better look at what's underneath before writing off a person," he adds. His advice might be just what she needs to guide her past the hurt she's witnessed and take the leap of faith to find true love. ⚠️Trigger warning: This story contains acts of violence and sexual abuse.

This story is told from two perspectives. From someone who longed for all life had to offer, Kalíanna, who had the ideal life that many would kill for or many worked so hard for. This young girl who lead what society deemed as a privileged life, who "had it all"...but a what cost? Her happiness. Javier was from a struggling background, he worked his way to the top. All his life he sought material things, thinking it heal the scars from his past. What will happen when he finds out all the wealth he has acquired won't heal his broken soul? The two are childhood friends who venture on different paths but have a similar struggle. Will the change in their friendship be for the better or the worse?

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.

He isn't the typical lover boy but after meeting her, that'll definitely change. He has sacrifices to make if he wants to be with her..is he willing to make them? Ryan Porter has an extremely dark past, unlike Zhanay Rowe but their love will not allow them to leave each other alone. But will he Right His Wrongs? It's the only way they'll last.

"wah mek me one suh salt? how mi reach yah suh? kelesi weh yah do yah suh... how mi drop mi guard and fall in love wid a murderer?" come along with kelesi to experience with her how one boy changed her life completely. This is a Jamaican novel about a girl who fell in love with a killer risking everything she had. This is the beginning of a *Soul ties*.

Ever wondered what it would be like to fall for an artist or even better, have an artist fall for you? Meet Shanice and Malik, two souls destined to collide amidst the colorful tapestry of Jamaica artistry. Malik, with his charming smile and the love for music, finds himself drawn to the spirited Shanice, who believes in doing everything on her own with independency, but their love is not without its challenges. ------------------------------------- We reach a me room door and him let guh me hand. "Enjoy yuh night?", him ask. "It can gwan..." He held my waist and pulled me closer to him. "Suh no?" Me start breath hard cuz him a mek me nerovus. Him smell nice tho... "Me seh dat?", I answered. "Basically." He brough his lips to my ear and whispered, "yah enjoy dis tho", with a chuckle. Your fave Jamaican Wattpad Writer📚🇯🇲 ⚠️ Warning: -Mature Content -16+ -Unfinished Story!

Preview -> "mi madda deh outta gate" i mutter while he continues leaving hickeys all over my neck. "mi nuh bizniz, just keep quiet." _____________________________________ Miss Margaret good girl wah nuh leff yaad, everybody seh she gwaan like she betta than people. All she do is guh school and come back home. Life good till she cross paths wid Shellaz son and him mek up him mind seh him nah leff ar alone till she deh wid him.

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.