🇯🇲 PEACE- Freedom from disturbance; Tranquility Khadijah Campbell, although bounded by the vines of poverty is very ambitious. Wanting nothing more than to go to college and have a career to take care of her mother and younger siblings. Markwest Jordan, wrapped in the heart of violence. Always leaving behind a trail of fear, devastation and lingering trauma. Standing both on the line of good and evil; "You need to do evil to do good" and " If you do evil, it stops you from doing good." ~~~ This book is pure fiction and has nothing to do with the real lives of the depicted characters. Mature Content Included . Contains Violence, Emotional Abuse, Donestic Abuse and Strong Language . Written both in Standard English and Patois 🇯🇲

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.

COMPLETED ✅ EDITED ✅ "Just, slip it in nuh." She said caressing my chin. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! "Tyana-" I started but she shut me up by kissing me again. I started kissing her back and then I felt her hand grip my dick. I groaned into the kiss and I felt her smile. This fucking demon gyal. She started massaging my dick through my swim trunks while still kissing me. Who teach har fi do this? • Tyana lives in Portland Jamaica, she spends her time working in her store and staying home. When she meets Adrian she slowly lets her guard down and begin having fun, but is that safe? Will he break her heart? What dangers will being associated with him lead to and most importantly, what does this rich man want with her? • (includes smutt - which means, a NUFF fucking ina mi book!) Highest Rankings #portland no.1 #store no.1 #montegobay no.1 #storeowner no.1 #explore no.1 #lifechanging no.4

Honestly, mi feel like mi too young fi have dem kinda man problem yer. Because all now mi cyaa leff di bwoy. Ah mussi tie him tie mi. I hear the driver's side door open and I flash open my eyes to see Micheal coming into the driver's seat. He doesn't say anything as he pulls out his phone to connect it to the car. Without warning he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, adjusting his seatbelt as he turns onto the street. "Noelle, mi honestly nuh inna di bagga chatting right now, so it better if mi juss carry yuh back a yuh aunty yaad" his voice is low and I could hear his annoyance and anger in every word. "Mi nuh know why yuh so angry Micheal...but yea bring mi back ah mi yaad because mi nuh waan deh roun yuh right now" I say turning my head to look out the window, crossing my arms in the process. "Eeeh? A suh it aguh go?" he asks with an emotionless stare. "Bet" He starts to speed up the car, turning up the music on the stereo as he overtook the car in front of us. Fada God please don't mek this man run we off ah the road and kill we.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

"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.

The Sequel to Burns&Bruises

When photography student, Willow Kennedy, gets offered an internship with her college's renowned ice hockey team, The Michigan Wolverines, she anticipates three things: 1) Her twin brother being an unbearable and over-protective nightmare. 2) Her photographs not making any real impact whatsoever. 3) The team completely shutting out the curly-haired girl pointing a camera in their faces. What Willow didn't take into account, however, was the Wolverine's team captain. Rumoured NHL first draft pick, dreamboat and total game changer- Tate Wilder. With his infectious dimpled smile, sparkling green eyes and addictive personality, Tate quickly turns Willow's internship into a life-changing and eye-opening experience- one filled with love, friendship and opportunities. Willow didn't meet the Michigan Wolverines looking for love, and funnily enough neither did Tate, but love soon found them. ********* "Pretty please?" Her lip juts out in an irresistible pout and you'd almost think she was a sweet innocent flower judging by the puppy dog eyes she's flashing me. But that image is little tarnished by the hand she has dipped into my boxers. I can feel my Adams apple bob as I reply. "O-okay. Fine, you win this time." The smile I get in response is absolutely blinding. A full, mega-watt grin with teeth, crinkled eyes and blush on the apples of her cheek. I'll let her win everything if I get that fucking smile in return.

Kimberly sit pon di veranda, di night air cool and calm. Di stars dem a shine bright, and di moon cast a soft glow pon everything. Dante walk up to her slowly, di sound of him footsteps quiet as him approach. Him look at her, smile soft, and say, "Kim, yuh beautiful tonight." Kimberly raise up her head, look at him with a soft smile. "Yuh always know how fi mek mi feel special," she reply, voice gentle. Dante kneel down beside her, his hand reaching out to hold hers. "Mi nuh tek yuh for granted, Kim. Every moment mi spend wid yuh blessing," him whisper, his thumb gently brushing across her hand. "Mi waan yuh fi know seh mi care fi yuh deeply." Kimberly heart skip a beat, feeling di warmth of his words. She squeeze his hand back, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mi care fi yuh too, Dante. It feels good fi know someone understand mi like dis." Him lean in closer, their faces inches apart. Di night air shift, and di only sound is di beat of their hearts. "Yuh ready fi mek more memories with mi?" Dante ask, his eyes searching hers. "Mi always ready, Dante," Kimberly respond, voice steady, but her heart racing. In dat moment, time seem fi slow down as he lean in and kiss her softly, di kiss full of love and warmth. It wasn't just a kiss, but a promise - a promise of more moments together, of growing closer and finding peace in each other's arms.