"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

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🥇

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

He turned a church girl into his personal freak.

21-year-old Jaidah Williams, who was a public figure, wig influencer, business owner, and on top of that, a college student studying business in her final year at the University of the West Indies. She reunites with her brother's best friend who was not only protective but possessive of her, who she had not seen in the past two years. Malique Johnson known as Killa, is a 22-year-old dancehall artiste, the oldest son of the most wanted don in St James. He's all about making hit songs, flashy cars, and doing dirty work for his dad. He doesn't only sing about being a badman, he is a badman in real life. The last time they saw each other things got a little steamy. Join them on this roller coaster as they finish what they started all those years ago because Killa won't give up until Jaidah is his, whether his best friend agrees or not. Rankings🏆 #1 in independent #1 entrepreneur #1 artiste #1 rural # 1 Trelawny # 1 blacklove # 1 Jamaican # 1 dancehall # 1 gangs

Pulling up to the abandoned house, they heard gunshots. They looked at each other confused, wondering who first them here. Exiting the car, they noticed a jet black BMW with heavily tinted windows parked at the far corner of the driveway. Drawing for their weapons, they walked toward the entrance of the house, slowing opening the door before walking in. Going further in, they noticed a small woman figure dressed in all black leather. She stood over a now deadbody as she reached her back, retrieving a knife. Keeping focus on the girl, they watched as she flung the knife to her left A male groaning after. "If yah go try kill me yuh affi move faster than that" she says turning her head in the direction of the man she just hit. Taken aback by the girl's voice, they all stared at Tyrese who had a shocked expression on his face. "Leyah?" He spoke. She stopped in her tracks turning to face the three men who stood there in disbelief. "And me deh yah swear think she innocent" ______________________________________________ ‼DISCLAIMER ‼ This book is purely fiction and is written strictly from the writers imagination. Persons used in this book are strictly face claims. I DO NOT know these persons personally so if you come across their social media do not harass them ‼⚠️WARNING ⚠️‼ Read at your own risk Contains mature 🔞and disturbing scenes Comment and vote❤ Hope you enjoy this book ~olefuckis 💋🍃

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In this story you'll meet a girl named Karissa Kiana Martin. She is a strong, independent and intelligent young woman. All she wants to do is make her late parents and her brother proud... She is not one to uphold to certain standards and judge but...what will happen when she meets the big bad Don Lorenzo Josiah O'Connor? How much can she take? How will she handle the lifestyle? "So a dis yah hore yah u stop talk to mi fah?" Wah girl come up in front a we an start shout an mi affi guh suh boom an tek off mi glasses cause e come in like mi naah see right at all. Mi turn roun an look if nobody deh back a me or beside me cause a cyaah mi dah dry out tiad body gyal yah a stop wid. Mi see Ken an Sher step closer to me, know dem ready anytime ennuh. "A me yaah talk to?" I asked pointing to myself looking at her. Read to find out more...

I started shaking while holding my head down. With the anger and confusion running inside of me I got up and break the vase that was one the table.