"Mi nah guh tell yuh again fi leff the likkle waste man Kezi" he said "And what if mi nuh wah leff him" I said "Bet seh mi fuck yuh up youth" I hissed my teeth and turned to walk away and he grabbed my hands turning me back around "Weh yah guh mia talk tuh yuh" "Lowe mi nuh Tyrel mi a tell yuh fi leff yuh....." "Yuh stubborn yf...." He was just supposed to be her bsf annoying brother and nothing more. Read to find out more.....

🇯🇲!! "Mi hate yuh bredda ways an from weh me know him get all a him ways dem from you," I said as I stared up, directly in his face not missing his eyes. "Tell yuh diss...Man a man an boy a boy... nuh my fault him fuck wid yuh head," he said calmly as he shrugged a slight smirk tugging on his lips. Hissing my teeth I averted my gaze away from him and walked off. Why mi get mi sel- correction how mi get mi self mix up inna dis?. This nuh right at all...... ○●○●○●○●○●○●○ 🇯🇲 A jamaican romance story. Contains: - Violence. - Intimacy. - Toxicity. - Murder. - Mature content.

He hands me a bottle of water, "Suppose yuh breed?" I shrug opening the water "Wym by that?? Mi tell yuh get up inuh" he slightly raised his voice, I remove the bottle from my head and stared at him "Okay and why yah shout?? If me breed me can always dash it weh" I said to hear his response He took up his shorts, "A that yuh better do cause me nuh want no pickney" Oh wow Weh tf, I took up my shirt and put it on, I opened his car door to get out I felt him grab my hand. "Weh yah go chawgie??" So me suppose to stay inah the car after that fuckery him juss say.......... ~♤~♡~◇~♧~♡~◇~♡~♤~◇~♤

Here in the army lies a light skinned menace. The cheater who always has another girl, "as one born, a next one born." Men in uniform is a wicked piece of crap, they said. But Asia had to learn that the hard way, or did she?

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

Kiella Chasity Whyte, 26, survived a horrific tragedy as an infant when her parents were killed by unknown attackers while she remained in the vehicle, escaping unharmed. She was taken in and raised by her father's wife, who provided care, support, and guidance through her education. Motivated by her past and her passion for truth, Kiella grew into a driven investigative journalist. Aizen Valentino Kestrel, a notorious 22-year-old drug dealer, grew up with as normal a life as his mother, a former surgeon, and his father, a retired contract killer, could provide. Yet despite their efforts, he gravitated into the very life his father once led, and tried to shield him from. Unlike his father, who was led astray by friends, Aizen chose this path himself, and there's no way in hell he's leaving it. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, neither Kiella nor Aizen anticipates the impact they will have on each other. A single encounter draws them into a connection that defies logic, blurs lines, and challenges everything they believe in, forcing them to decide whether what's growing between them will become their greatest strength or ultimately lead to their undoing.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

Everything was good until your past lover came back (Read🇯🇲!!!) this story isn't for the weak! 90% Mystery, bad, totally not good. 10% romance, sex, good stuffs

She only agreed to the weekend because she needed a break from everything going wrong in her life. A house full of strangers, a world of wealth she has never known, and people she will probably never see again. Or so she thinks. Because somewhere between late night conversations and quiet moments away from the crowd, she catches the attention of a man whose last name carries influence across Jamaica. He is used to people wanting something from him, yet the one girl who does not seem interested is the one he cannot stop watching. What starts as a simple weekend escape soon turns into something far more complicated. And when two people from completely different worlds collide, the real question becomes whether fate is bringing them together or setting them up to fall apart.

"Age is just a number" the words come from his mouth with nothing but confidence and that damn smirk on his lips says he means nothing but business. "You're just a 18 year old bowy you and I will never date get that in your head Cashmere" I said to him before taking up my stuff and made my way out side.