What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

Baykaaaaaa! Jus read eh damn book

"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

"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.

"How the fuck dis happen and mi have so much ahead a mi!" 𝘠𝘶𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦? 𝘔𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 at 19 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥?? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦! 🏅 #𝟐 (#𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟐𝟏/𝟐𝟓 🏅#𝟒 (#𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟏𝟓/𝟐𝟓

"Gwaan poh yuh head." "Wa?" "Yuh nah hear?" "How mi aguh duh dat when mi foot tie up?" I sighed but obliged whilst holding onto his hand for support. He rubbed my folds and teased my clit before positioning himself at my entrance and jumped in. "Bomboclaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat dat hot inuh my yute." "Cocky drop ina yuh belly like bomb!"

" She's a woman of great beauty on the outside and this intrigued me to know what's on the inside." - Set against the backdrop of Jamaica, "TINT" by Ishanique M. is a romance novel that delves into the intricate dynamics of love, betrayal, and the courage to break free from toxicity. When Malachi Forbes, a successful CEO, becomes enchanted by his assistant Aniyah Jenkins' radiant smile, he unknowingly steps into her world of hidden pain and deceit. - WARNING⚠️: This book contains explicit language, graphic violence, and sexual content that may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised.

A JAMAICAN COMING-OF-AGE ROMANCE.