Part 2 of "The Jamaican Underboss". The saga continues... In this second book, hidden truths unravel, old wounds meet their cure, and love finds its flame once more. What was left broken begins to mend, and the shadows that once lingered now reveal their secrets. Conflicts find their resolution, passions are rekindled, and every unanswered question is finally given its voice. Yet...just as peace begins to bloom, a ripple of trouble stirs- reminding them that every love must be tested. And quickly, beneath it all, a truth emerges- one never spoken before: they were not merely chance, but meant to be. This is not just a continuation- it is the awakening, the part where the storm clears, though the winds have not completely died.

Rising dancehall star Skippa, renowned for his soul-stirring lyrics, ascends to fame, revealing the authentic stories behind his songs to an ever-growing fan base. But amidst the chaos, he meets Ny'Ava, an 18-year-old who knows little about his world of fame and music. Her genuine nature and lack of interest in his celebrity status captivate him, a stark contrast to the attention he's accustomed to. Intrigued, Skippa sets his sights on Ny'Ava, but their love is fraught with challenges. Betrayal, heartache, loss, and trauma threaten to tear them apart. As they navigate the turbulent landscape of their relationship, they must confront their deepest fears and vulnerabilities. Will Skippa and Ny'Ava overcome the darkness that surrounds them, or will their love succumb to the pressures of fame, expectation, and past demons?

"Mi warn yuh - love mi, and it will kill yuh." Eighteen-year-old Tahlia Rae Blake is the golden girl of uptown Kingston - , perfect curls, and a last name that opens doors. But behind her family's guarded gates and Sunday smiles is a life choked by expectations, control, and secrets. She's tired of being the good daughter. Tired of playing perfect. Then she meets Nazir "Brickz" Johnson - the most feared name in Spanish Town's underworld. Cold. Charismatic. Deadly. He's everything her mother warned her about, and everything Tahlia can't seem to stay away from. What starts as a reckless thrill spirals into a dangerous obsession. Nasir gives her freedom, fire, and the kind of love that makes rules disappear. But loving him means shootouts, enemies, lies - and blood on the pavement. As turf wars erupt and betrayals close in, Tahlia has to face the truth: Is this love strong enough to survive the streets - or is she just another no good ting in the way?authoredbymowana

Kylah Stone has one goal: excel in her career as a doctor without distractions. Focused, ambitious, and determined, she never expected love to find her. Then she meets Duwayne Virgo, a captivating, older ex-soldier turned successful businessman. He's everything she could want: protective, attentive, and dangerously irresistible. But Duwayne carries secrets, and the closer Kylah gets, the more she realizes that loving him comes with a price. Passion turns to obsession. Trust becomes betrayal. And what started as a whirlwind romance could leave her heart completely shattered. Will Kylah survive the man she's fallen for, or will Duwayne prove that some love are just too dangerous to handle?

Moya is a young hairstylist balancing work and family.After watching an interview featuring rising dancehall artiste Pablo YG, she's left questioning whether his cryptic words were directed at her. Brushing it off as coincidence, she focuses on finishing her work until Pablo YG himself walks into her salon. With tension in the air and curiosity burning inside her, Moya is faced with the question: was she really the one he was talking about, or is she just another fan caught up in the hype? "Yuh see di browning a mi baby,a mi heart dat "🫶🏾. Y.G LOVING fi real!

ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴɢꜱᴛᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʀᴜᴍ, ꜱᴀʀɪʏᴀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴘꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀɪᴄᴋʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ʙʀᴜɪꜱᴇ... ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘᴀ ᴅᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴏʙᴀʏ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʟʟꜱ. ꜱᴋɪᴘᴘᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ɪꜱ ᴘᴀɪɴ, ᴄᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴏᴅ? ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

" 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦- 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 "

"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.

Officer Marlon Rossi has a mission: destroy Tasha and everything connected to her. But when he gets close to Yolanda Brown- the daughter he was never supposed to care about- his carefully planned operation begins to fall apart. Now caught between duty, secrets, and a woman who sees through him, Marlon risks losing more than the case... he risks losing control. - - - RANKING(S): #1 Youngwriter #1 Youngauthor #19 Police #3 blackauthor #19 Jamaica #87 Urban #14 Caribbean #2 newbook #2 rules

Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️