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.

19 year old Ka'Moura moved from her small community in St. Thomas called 'Stony Hill', where she was suffering from poverty, to start a new life...a better on in the city...In the town rather. Wah dem say when a country girl move to the city? 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧 Wanna know how her journey in the city goes? Read to find out. Highest Rankings🏆. #1 in teenauthour #1 in countrygirl #1 in jamaica #1 in youngwriterprize #1 in newstory

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

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.

Azahirhia Stewart's life has never been simple. She's survived abuse, heartbreak, and betrayal, but nothing could prepare her for the chaos that comes with love. Caught between Nickoy, the boy she loves, and Romaine, the one who complicates everything, Azi struggles to trust anyone - even herself. Friends and enemies blur, secrets unravel, and danger is never far. Sometimes love sweet. Sometimes love sour. But in this story? Love dangerous.

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.......... ~♤~♡~◇~♧~♡~◇~♡~♤~◇~♤

"Stop touch me nuh bredda !" A gasp escapes my lips as he grips my neck and pull me to him "Weh me tell yuh bout calling me bredda humbrey " "Zaheer just Leggo offa me before me scream in yha !" The blood the blood the blood and tha likkle handicap boy yah Pulling out of his hold I spin around wanting to leave the classroom before nobody pass and see me with tha mange yah "Then watcha weh yah run go , wah go change yah panty before god Seet " he chuckles ⚠️warning ⚠️ Mixture of patois and standard English Won't be edited until the book is finish Sexual /violent themes mention Christianity mentioned

Pretty girls don't fall for their teachers... right? 16-year-old Shaniya Wilson who just moved to New York from Jamaica Is introduced to a new environment, new school, new friends and a dangerous attraction to her teacher, Mr. Green, that she never saw coming. As she settles into her new life, Shaniya finds herself in a dangerous and forbidden relationship with her teacher. Will she walk away before it's too late? Or will she keep going down this path knowing it could ruin everything? JAMAICAN BOOK *TAKE YOUR TIME, READ CAREFULLY, AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPRESS YOURSELF OR ASK QUESTIONS! *MAJOR SEXUAL ACTS *VIOLENCE *DRAMA

I wasn't looking for a relationship when you came my way but who was I to stop my attraction when it runs this deep for you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My first overall story