What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

"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.

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

▃▃▃ BOOK I ▃▃▃ description inside. Completed 2018.

Armanii is Jamaica's newest dancehall star lighting up the charts and your TikTok feed, but don't get it twisted, he's over the "internet artiste" label and dead serious about proving he's the real deal. Behind the hype, the chains, and the stage lights? A man dealing with the cold, quiet side of fame. Then boom! Alisa Miller enters the chat. Straight out of New York, privacy and unbothered girl in her own lane. Love? Not on her to-do list. She's focused, intentional, and allergic to drama. So how do they end up next to each other on a flight to Jamaica? One little seat mix up and suddenly it's vibes, side-eyes, and unexpected sparks. She's not here for the noise, but Armanii? He's intrigued. One missed DM, one flight, and suddenly he's chasing more than just hit songs. Thing is, Alisa's quiet life and Armanii's loud world? Oil and water. Paparazzi, secrets, temptation, and trust issues? That's just Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, the right kind of chaos can make the sweetest music. So buckle up because this love story is messy, magnetic, and way too real. And yuh see Armani and Alisa? Dem might just be each other's favorite Rough Patch.

"Raven been di look gud dwq" "Suh y yuh want har now" ~ THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!! #artist #blacklove #armani # Caribbean #jamaican #Jamaica #patois #newwriter #mature #fictional

Mi really affi ask mi self, why me one so salt? Is like mi mada bathe mi inna salt from birth tpc. "Kazhier!" My sister shouted pulling me from my thoughts. Oh right we were here, she deh cuss while mi a wonder why me so salt. "Mi done wid yuh." She said before walking away. I was done with her hours ago she just deh here a send up har pressure. "Yuh wah mi send yuh guh States?" My brother in law asked making me nod. Anything weh fi get from this f-upped place.