Is everything really soft ? @𝟰𝟰𝟰𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗹𝘃𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ©

𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐚 lives by the principles of logic and structure, ensuring her life adds up to a perfect equation with no variables left unaccounted for. She believes her carefully calculated plans are foolproof, until a charismatic force of chaos steps in and proves that some answers can only be found off the graph. On stage, 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 is the electrifying DJ "Motion," who orchestrates the mood of thousands with a single, flawless drop. Off stage, he is a man of dangerous secrets, navigating a world of lies and darkness that threatens to turn his captivating rhythm into a mournful silence.

"So, when are you going to give me a chance?" I asked, referencing the unrequited feelings that had lingered since high school. After a brief pause, a sly smile spread across her face. "How about... next... never," she teased, before leaning in to kiss my cheek. With that, she got out of the car and left me stunned.. *~•~•~* In the complex world of high school, students navigate a delicate balance of academics, social relationships, and personal growth. For Kyomi, a British transfer student, this new environment is a chance to heal and rediscover herself. Having lost her best friend and brother, Kyomi's bubbly personality gave way to introversion. However, as she settles into her new life in Jamaica, she begins to form strong bonds and find joy again. That is, until she meets him - a captivating and wealthy schoolboy who unwittingly captures her heart. As Kyomi delves deeper into his world, she uncovers a startling truth: her crush is the next Don, and his family is eerily connected to her painful past. Jah'Mari, the charming footballer, is the eldest son of a powerful family. Reserved and observant, he guards his emotions, one thing is certain - their love will be tested by jealousy, secrets, pain, heartbreak, and drama.

"Tek weh mi everything mi did care bout, wah more mi have fi loose again?"- Jaylen.

"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.

He have money but no heart. She have heart but no money. When their world clash, love haffi fight fi breathe.

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.

I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red. Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me. Oh fuck. Just one of those fucking days... Thankfully, the impact isn't fatal, but it's far from pretty. I exit my vehicle, ensuring to put my car in park before hopping out, the person from the car in front jumps out at the same time. A tall man begins to storm towards me, his brows furrowed as he takes long strides in my direction. Boy look cute and neat eesi... Why did we have to meet like this? "A buy yuh buy yuh license?" he screams at me with rage. Well, that's not nice. Tek back everything me just seh. "It was clearly an accident, mi did distracted" I tell him, trying to defend myself. Mi shame. The road is active around us, drivers are blowing their horns or peeping their heads through their windows to take in the scene. "Distracted? Aye lady, a who teach yuh fi drive?" he asks, a humorous yet frustrated smirk on his lips. Clearly a blind man.

𝙇𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 4 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣', 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 '𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚.

Dayna-Kay ' Dayna' a pastor's daughter, who's only goal is to live up to her father's expectations, well, that and to get Prince the badman to notice her. Even though he lives next door Dayna she has never spoken to him. Yet still she still dreams of kissing his lips and even giving him consent to her body but Prince a badman and a fuck boy won't just fuck anything especially a church girl but will his mind change after seeing a side of her that he has never seen before ? Read to find out ‼️ Disclaimer ‼️ * This book is written in patois, so if you cannot understand the language, please don't read this book. * Every event in this book is fictional and should be read with that in mind. * The author does not own any of the following pictures, music and media in this book.