ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴏɴ 26' 👩🏾‍🚒X 👩🏾‍🍼 <Undergoing HUGE Editing!> (May 6, 2023-August 14 2023)

" 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 " 𖢇

Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate. Then bam! Nickoi Jacobs happened. The notorious bad boy 'Prezzi' and track star from Kingston College. Speeding tickets? Check. Gang banging? Check. Fast life? Check. Heartbreaker? Double check. How did I end up tripping over him in my perfectly planned world? Again... Bwoy, look like we mek fi each other. Nickoi is trouble with a capital T, the epitome of a walking red flag. But that smile? Sends my heart on a math vacation every single time! He's got more baggage than an airport carousel, and yet, there's this pull between us, breaking every rule I've ever known. What's a girl to do when Mr. Wrong feels so right? Hmm, well dive into the drama because with Nickoi, logic's on vacation and my heart's along for the ride. When it comes to him, Life's anything but predictable. So strap in, folks. Yuh think you see nutt'n yet? Think again. Ready for the twists and turns of "Not My Type 3 the Alternate World"? Because I am! I think?

"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened right after. Or at least, I think she did. She slipped through the walls I built around my mind-how she even do that? Bagga ray she gwaan wid. Afi' give har, ar' props. She a live her life now still, but all I'm trying to do is find my way in it. Yaan'dastan? Yuh feel she can make some space fi mi doh? Yuh feel e' g have a chance? Jah... We're about to take off. Buckle up. Guess we're about to find out." Ranking🥇 #1 in St. James #1 in matrimony #1 in young author #1 in youngwriter #1 in youngwriterspize

❝Baby I don't need a man, I need Dinero & a tan!❞-Taj Romaé *** "...if yuh nuh name Dinero den mi nuh want yuh,"I say sassily. He chuckles. "Den how you a pree me so?" his husky voice ask as he makes slow strides towards me. "You're in my personal space," I snap and he seems to be impressed by my attitude. I feel my knees weaken as he approaches me with lustful eyes. Then he leans down closing me in as he rest both hands beside me. His hot breath tickles the side of my neck as he whispers, "Nuttn' nuh wrong if we get personal b." *** Get ready for this heated romance, I'm ready. Are you? #1 Caribbean #1 Boujie #1 Youngwitersprize #1 Materialism #1 newwriter #1 jamaicanwriter #1 Fancy #2 Jamaica

" 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘯𝘶𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 "

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

Jacen and Paecyn's worlds collide, forcing them into a state of unending facades.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.