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?

This isn't a love story. Not really. It's a story about secrets - the kind that rot from the inside out. About teenagers growing up too fast, in a world that's way too good at pretending. At the center of it all is Chloe, or "Bubbles" as she's sometimes called - sharp-tongued, observant, and far more entangled in the lives around her than she ever intended to be. Told through multiple points of view, this novel unfolds in fragments - messy, raw, and real. From betrayal to blackmail, buried trauma to teenage obsession, each chapter pulls you deeper into a web that's been years in the making. There are relationships. There's heartbreak. But don't get it twisted - this isn't about falling in love. It's about falling apart.

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

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🥇

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute. So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch dis" he holds the phone to his ear. This book is solely fictional and should be read with that in mind. People used have no affiliation with the fictional characters included in this book! The author does not own any picture, music or media that is included in this book.

This story is the definition of trouble in paradise. What Shai-Anna believed to be a normal trip to Jamaica turned out to be much more than what met the eye. One week away gave her the ability to see what had been underneath her nose this entire time, she was able to feel things she never felt before, she was able to get the love that she always deserved... but at what cost?

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.

"Bredda stop fucking play wid mi yer" he used his index finger to push my head back. "Nuh my body?, I can do whatever I want with it" I fell back on the bed laughing. 'Uh love play wid uh life'. He took his gun off the nightstand and turn the safety off. "The moment uh agree fi be mi woman a di moment every part a uh become mines too" he rest the muzzle of the gun on my front then moved it up to my breast, he began using it to circle around my nipples then tapped it on my jaw lightly. "Doh fuck up" he warned and all I could do was nodded. Between my legs had become a waterfall.