Step into the world of Jada Kingdom aka Twinkle ✨, a rising Jamaican star balancing fame, family, pressure, and the life she's building for herself. She's focused, independent, and determined to protect her peace - even when the world keeps pulling at her from every direction. Then there's Tristan Escoffery aka 450 🔥, the quiet, soulful artist with a past he doesn't talk about and a future he's still trying to shape. He moves low‑key, stays out of mix‑up, and minds his business... until Twinkle walks into his life and everything shifts. This story follows their journey through: 💛 love 💥 crime 🏠 family 🌴 real Jamaican daily life 👀 and all the chaos that comes with being in the spotlight Told through multiple POVs, you'll get to experience every emotion, every twist, every secret, and every moment that pulls them closer - or threatens to tear them apart. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& Author's Note This is a fictional SHIP between Jada Kingdom & 450. I do not own the rights to any names or images used. All characters, events, and storylines are created for entertainment. Some details may be changed or exaggerated to make the story more exciting. Enjoy the journey 📍✨ #jadakingdom #450 #jamaicanstories #syndicate #esq #mhadjuvii #twinkle

"I found yo love when I really needed it." "So did I." #1 in URBAN-07/05/2022 #1 in WLW-25/05/2022

The story where rival gang leaders explore each other's insecurities, Where they build together to create the love story of the century. Contains Mpreg. [COMPLETED]

"What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one that I want around? What's it gonna take for you to know you're the only one to hold me down? Girl, you don't know, that I know you should know Cause you don't know, you don't know, you don't know" A Bestfriend love story.

WARNING MATURE CONTENT: MENTION OF GRAPHIC CONTENT ABUSE, MURDER, THE USE OF DRUGS WITH MATURE LANGUAGE AND MATURE SCENES. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED 18+ This book is currently being edited for any errors!! "We shouldn't even be doing this." I barely manages to breathe out as he lifted me to sit on my desk. He grabbed me by the throat causing me to lightly moan on instinct "And why not mhm?" He asked looking me right in my eyes. "Because I'm your fucking therapist it's not right." I said lightly trying to pull away but he tightened his hands on my throat enough to keep me in place he leaned in close enough that his lips were grazing against mine yet he didn't let them touch. "You think I'm going to let you go after getting a taste of you mhm? Oh baby I'm no where near done with you." He growled before completely dominating my mouth with his, feeling his lips touch mine I quickly gave in and started kissing back with just as much hunger. Little did I know the shit this chain of events will cost me. My career, my family, my life. Will it all be worth it for a man that kills with no remorse? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Working as a therapist for the mentally unstable was never going to be a easy job but Daisy Romana didn't expect the distraction that gets brought into North Port Regional Clinic. She knew he was going to be trouble when she looked at him from the tattoos that littered his skin to the beard and clean cut hair. She could tell He wasn't like the rest but little did she knew just how different he was. She was supposed to stay invisible and live her life in peace but as soon as she meets Lorenzo Rossi her past and present come to fuck everything up. DISCLAIMER- The photos in this book no not belong to me. I got them from google and Pinterest!!

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

Dr. Monáe Blackwell is a highly educated OBGYN, committed to her patients and her career. King is a younger slightly rude construction worker. ******************** I heard his footsteps behind me but I avoided him as I walked through the curtain and into the living room. "A you me a talk to enuh." "I'm not arguing with nobody's child." I said as I put on my shoes and walked out the door. I didn't notice that he was following me until I was at the gap in the fence. "Child? Mi a big man. Yuh think 25 a pickney?" Again I didn't answer. I focused my attention on the fence and tried to maneuver through the wire. Just my luck, the wires hooked the back of my leggings waist. "See it deh, you get hook. Mi just fi lef you right yasso." ********** This is a cutesy book!! Nothing tumultuous❤️❤️

"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat." ********************* Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as a stripper to make ends meet but faced difficulties due to unfair treatment at the club and not making enough money. She then meets Kairon Javel McNabb, a 26-year-old self-made billionaire who owns multiple car dealerships. What are dramas that may arise between the two due to their vastly different backgrounds, with Karissa being a stripper and Kairon being a wealthy businessman?💸🤸🏽‍♀️ Find out more in Dangerously Attached. •Contains mature language / sexual content• 🎖️HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in Attached #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaican #1 in Jamaican Writer #2 in New Author #1 in Patois (Please note that this is the first book i've written and published on wattpad so if you have any feedback, please leave positive ones in the comment sections provided.)

𝘈 19-𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳-𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘝𝘐𝘙𝘎𝘐𝘕 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏ? ɪꜱ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ? ʟᴇᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ🙃! Most impressive rankings: #1- Jamaican #1- Jamaica #1- Caribbean #1- Patois #1- Eager #2- Jamaican Creole #2- Jamaican Author #3- Jamaican Story

"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.