"Yuh too pretty fi be this bold," he said, backing me up against the wall, his voice deep asf wonder if him and Bayka a cousin. "And yuh too dangerous fi be this sweet," I whispered back, breathless. His hand gripped my waist. "Still never stop yuh from wanting mi 10 inch weh have u pan lockdown, eh?" I hated how right he was. He was rough, possessive, and cold to everyone else. But with me? This toxic Jamaican love story is between Talia and Malachi are two people who are perfect for each other with matching toxicity. Talia, the rich surgeon and Malachi the unofficial mayor of St. James bcz let's be real who would rlly fuck with him? Contains mature scenes, crime, violence, murders, cover ups, betrayal and unconditional love. Enjoyyy!

"Not because I'm bigger in size mean I'm no less of a female" "It might as well be uh feel him aguh choose you ova me" "Anyday"

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

OK so this is a Jamaican book patois (patwa)will be in it so if you don't understand/know it i suggest you don't read it . This book 🫶is honestly my second book . Thanks for all the supports and supportive comments love y'all to mi heart . ❤️✨

" 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 - 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 " 𖢇

"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.

"𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓍" A Jamaican Story! Written in Standard English and Jamaican Patois Read to find out more!!!!!!

Two enemies with a hatred that tastes like desire. What will happen? Read to find out!

A teenage girl forced into badness and gang violence with family issues falls inlove with the up coming TOP MAN of the gang with out knowing it's 'him'. "Call me anytime yah" he says "Wah?!" I freezed. Shocked washed over my face Jus read the blasted smth.🥰

"Babes if mi tell yuh half the things mi guh through, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.