In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.

22 year old Taj Harris would have never thought her life would turn out the way it did . She been with her high school sweet heart Zay since she was 17 and he was 18. Zay turned out to be so abusive . Will she ever get the courage to leave ?

kind of a sequel to poetic pain but you don't HAVE to read it to understand what's going on. 🫶🏾

"Saffire if you think you bad do it." I look at him and he is dead serious but so am I. I warned him but ofcourse he didn't listen now we are both in this situation.

where a sound mind meets a tainted heart. love in the darkest of places.

I saw him. I saw the big bad Jamaican don, only known as Mash Head. The only problem is that he saw me too. Shit. He procured the famous name Mash Head because it marked his style. Whoever fucked around him or his gang either got their head bashed in with a hammer or a gun shot point blank range. Fitting wasn't it? And I'm 100% sure that's how my body will be found. Fucking hell I should have stayed home and masturbated.

After years of being in a relationship with Azarie, Anastasia was face with the fact that he cheated on her with her best friend. Things took a drastic turn when they were caught in the act. After a time of healing, Anastasia wonders into world of dating. After many ups and down will she find her true love? Will they last forever?

"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.

Join the second leg of Jordanne and Ryleigh's Journey.