typical highschool love story

"Money, fame, hoes. Can get you anything you want, except for happiness."

Shanice never planned to raise two daughters on her own, but life in the gritty heart of Kingston don't always follow plans. Struggling to keep her head above water, she's focused on survival, not love. That is, until fate throws her into the path of Daniel-better known as Maskica-the feared and respected don of the streets. Maskica is a man married to the game. Guns, loyalty, betrayal-those are his everyday realities. But when he meets Shanice, something in him shifts. She's not like the women he's used to. She challenges him, softens him, and makes him dream of a life he never thought was possible. But love in the garrison isn't simple. As their connection grows, so do the enemies, the jealousy, and the danger that surrounds them. Shanice must decide if she can trust a man with blood on his hands, and Maskica must choose between the life that raised him and the woman who might just save him. From gun talk and zinc fences to rose petals and whispered promises, Married to di Streets, In Love with Her is a raw, passionate story of survival, sacrifice, and a love deeper than the wounds of the past.

❝ sugarcoated, lies unfolded, you still lick the wrapper.❞

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

⚠️ None of the pictures on the cover are mine. Credits to Pinterest. Annalee Garrison is twenty-one, stuck in Kingston with a boyfriend who swears he loves her-but his love leaves bruises. She should leave, but her heart won't let go. Then she meets him. Earlan Bartley. Thirty-one. A Jamaican artiste, the whole island knows best as Alkaline-a man who can make a whole crowd scream just by stepping on stage. One night out changes everything. "IZ YOU IZ YOU IZ YOU AH, IZ YOU IZ YOU IZ YOU AH. His lyrics echo in her head, blurring the line between music and reality.

"Halima just called me." She spoke up, talking about my sister. "She said your mom wanted to talk to me." "Oh yeah.." I trailed off, thinking about what my brother had just told me. "She wun' see you and Mya." I told her, already knowing what it was my mama wanted from her. "Yeah, I know. We just talked." She spoke surely as I licked my lips slowly, waiting for what she was going to say next. I already knew she wasn't feeling it. "It's just-" "I don't want to go down there and you-" She started but stopped as I waited for her to speak. "-you get involved with them again." She spoke truthfully, saying shit that I already knew she would. I already knew she was gone bring that shit up. She always do. "I don't trust Delante or any of your stupid ass friends because they are only interested in taking you backwards, Cain." "And I'm not going for that again." "I'm not." She spoke seriously and I sighed deeply, really used to hearing this shit already. "We're at a better place in our lives and I'm not playing those street games anymore."

A young woman makes the brave decision to flee her toxic stepfather, only to be taken hostage by an escaped convict hours later, but he may just be the key to her freedom. 🔥BOOK ONE IN THE MAYHEM SIX SERIES🔥 *** After stealing money from her wealthy but controlling stepfather, Nataly Collins makes the bold decision to run away with her four-year-old sister. But as she does, she crosses paths with an escaped convict from the local penitentiary, and he plans to keep the sisters hostage until he can safely cross the Canadian border. Of course, the more Nataly spends time with this convict, the more she learns he isn't what he appears to be despite his death-themed tattoos and intimidating stature. Soon it becomes obvious that they need each other to avoid capture. And Nataly can't help but feel the safest she's ever felt around him. Will she be able to fight off her emerging feelings for this dangerous criminal?l? ~ ACCOLADES ~ 🏅ONC HONORABLE MENTION ✨ ONC Shortlister ❤️ AMBASSADORS PICK 🔥 Third ranking in #badboy

Chanelle is a 16 year old girl. Tan skin, 5'2",long dark brown curls that hang down her back, has the whole world in front of her. Has a great home life, gets the good grades in school and has amazing friends. No one would ever think she would end up with a Thug. What happens when, Lexis, Big time thug,16 years old, light skin, short dark hair, 6'3", can get any girl of his dreams and runs the streets of Oakland, crosses her path?

"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."