My phone rings seeing zahirie's contact I don't answer but pressed declined, he calls two more times I declined each time Turning off my read receipts also. I search up a random video on Pinterest with a couple it looks like me but it's not "Enjoying my man's company," I post it turning my phone WiFi off closing my phone I placed it down Laying down i felt a rush of excitement . Getting up I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for bed I hum Alkaline: Thug loving before exiting the bathroom i smile dancing around. I jump at the figure on my bed i touch the light switch "JESUS!," I exclaimed seeing an angry zahirie sitting on my bed with my phone in his hand. His eyes are red and low, he smells like a mixture of weed and expensive cologne Holding my chest as my heart pounds I don't move towards him. Getting up he comes over to me He grabs me by my throat not hard but so that I can feel a bit pressure "Who yah fuck wid,?" He asks his deep voice sending chills up my spine and down to my coochie. He reaches down touching my front He tilts his head "Betta," he says pulling away Weh him mean by dat? He grips my throat again giving me a look "Who dat yuh post,?" He asks as I don't answer he asks again this time voice getting deeper and grip tighter "A random video mi find," I say struggling to breathe he loosened his grip "Stop fuck wid mi yer," he says letting go of my neck moving towards the door "Suppose mi did ave man yah weh yuh woulda do,?" I ask he stopped turning towards me "Fuck around and find out," his tone is deadly and serious he sounds scary and the look on his face scares me "Turn on yuh WiFi and nuh decline man call ago call yuh as mi reach inna eh car doh mek eh phone ring out," he instructed leaving my room Not even a minute later he calls I answered on the first ring. His face comes in the camera as he smirks "Good girl," he stated driving off Wah kinda mad man dis mi go tek up pon mi head fada God?

𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒎? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂? 𝒚𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚? 𝒚𝒖𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅.

Under construction! 🚧 Wrote this when I was thirteen published when I was fourteen as you can guess Errors all over! Bare with me

"Stop play wid mi bredda," he says holding my hand as I pull away from him. Sick of him playing with me "Who is she,!?" I shout in frustration as he held his head. "Who yah talk bout,?" Him swear mi a ediatt eno "Mi done," I say taking up my purse and phone walking out the room going towards the front door "Wait nuh b," he says coming after me he gets in front of me blocking me from leaving. I don't say anything but look at him I sighed feeling stupid...that's exactly what I am stupid for coming here "B mi no wah nobody but you, yah mi ooman fuck weh di media seh," "Right caz eh picca dem fake right!?" I say as he spoke "No but ano nutn like how it seem you alone mi want mi eva show yuh nutn different!?" He asks waiting for me to answer "No," I say as looking down as he uses his finger to lift my head making eye contact. "You alone mi wah," "Sure,?" "Yah," "Okay ," he pulls me close into a hug before pulling away he takes my hand bringing me to the bedroom he closed the door behind him "Mek mi show yuh how much mi wah yuh," he says making my belly drop a bit and my hands sweat I lick my lips He pushes me gently against the sheet before sliding his hand into my dress he reaches up before circling his finger on my spot His lips capture mine as he kissed me passionately my hand wrapped around his neck as he kissed me pulling away a bit before kissing my neck I bit my lip "Just fuck mi," I say as he chuckles into my skin sending vibrations down to my-I can feel how wet I am "Yuh know mi love it wen yuh talk like dat," he says getting up he take his shirt off as I look at his tattoos whew! My mannnnn! "Inna too much," he says as I ease up he pulls my dress over my head revealing my chest since the dress requires no bra my lace underwear on full display for him to see "Fuck," he mutters to himself before coming closer to me he tugs at my underwear before ripping it off me I gasp He gives me a devilish smile Ouuu I'm in trouble

ɪ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛఌ ᴍs.ɢʟᴏᴄᴋ's ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴs #2

Moya is a young hairstylist balancing work and family.After watching an interview featuring rising dancehall artiste Pablo YG, she's left questioning whether his cryptic words were directed at her. Brushing it off as coincidence, she focuses on finishing her work until Pablo YG himself walks into her salon. With tension in the air and curiosity burning inside her, Moya is faced with the question: was she really the one he was talking about, or is she just another fan caught up in the hype? "Yuh see di browning a mi baby,a mi heart dat "🫶🏾. Y.G LOVING fi real!

*PLEASE DON'T READ UNDER SEVERE EDITING!!!!!!!!* "Come yah so" "No" "Weh me say" "I don't give a fuck mi nah move" "Fawud no breedha" "Ask nicely" "Mamas come here no please" "Much better" Alicia the co-owner of her father's cleaning company and, Keron a chappa/Don. Two total opposites one destiny.