'𝐌𝐢 𝐧𝐮𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐦 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐢 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠'

The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒? 𖤐 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌??

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 they both join a content house and end up getting together. ᴀ ʙᴀᴋᴊᴀʏᴄ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄ !

The exciting journey of Dwayne and Chanize, the perfect working-class "inner city" girl who fell in love with a Jamaican Don. But is the heart of a Jamaican Don capable of loving? (IT FULLA MISTAKE... SOON EDIT IT!!) This is a fictional story with fictional characters, I am justing living in my own lil head, so police... Don't come haul n pull me fi ntg weh me write. I don't own copyright to the audio and images used. #1 Callcenter #1 Jamaica #1 Gangster #2 Jamaican #1 Caribbean # 1 Exotic

Innocent girl who falls in love with a troubled soul. Will he fight his way out of the darkness to hold on onto her? His light in the darkest days, his peace ,his safe place, his calmth trough out the many storms. Come find out.

Willow's always been known as the good girl with the wealthy parents who could do no wrong. Little do they know that this seemingly perfect girl has some less than perfect secrets; and the fact that she's been sneaking out past curfew every night since the beginning of summer isn't the worst one. Distancing herself from the people at school has become lonely, but everything changes when a group of bad boys that she meets after curfew one night transfer to her school and begin to take an interest in her; one even more than the rest. But will they be able to protect her when events from her past re-surface and begin to get her into more trouble than she ever wanted? ********************** We were a circuit, electricity flowing through us at every connection, every light touch igniting a heat that was exhilarating but dangerous. Like we could catch fire and burn to the ground at any second. "Did you take your own advice? Did you ever forgive yourself?" I whispered, my words evaporating in the heat around us. He moved towards me, trapping me against the car door as his lips traced over my jaw, down to my neck. "This," he whispered, his thumb tracing the waistband of my jeans, making my breathing falter. "Allowing myself to feel this happiness, to feel you...this is me forgiving myself." He kissed me, calming the raging storm in me and igniting a new one. I wasn't sure which would cause more destruction, but I knew only one had pretty blue eyes and a effortless smile that could convince me it was all worth it. It probably was.