Book 1 of the 'Broken series' Judah Decam was born into a world of crime, her destiny seemingly sealed by the bloodline that ties her to the most feared Don in East Kingston-her father. Groomed to one day inherit his empire, Judah knows what's expected of her: loyalty, power, and a willingness to do whatever it takes. But then Khalil Langstan walks into her life. An ambitious and fearless young man, who shows Judah a glimpse of a life beyond the shadows, a life where she can forge her own path. He tells her she doesn't have to become her father's heir-she can be so much more. However, standing in her way is the one man who looms larger than life itself-Don Dada, her ruthless father. Join Judah and Khalil on a journey faught with danger, as they battle not only the forces of family, loyalty, and the crushing weight of expectations but also the unrelenting grip of past trauma. As old wounds resurface, threatening to tear them apart, they must confront their deepest fears: Will their love survive the darkness? Or will the ghosts of their past destroy them before they can escape? In the end, will love truly conquer all-or will it be the very thing that dooms them? READ TO FIND OUT!!! This is a Jamaican story, incase youre wondering 🇯🇲. Copyright 2022

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.

Book 2 of the 'Broken series' I stared at my reflection, disbelief flooding through me. I swore I'd never go back to him-never again. Yet here I am, right where I said I'd never be. I should've left that life behind, but it keeps dragging me under... *he* keeps dragging me back, even after all these years. And now, walking away feels impossible. There's too much at stake, too much to lose. Could we really keep pretending this is a 'no strings' arrangement? When we're both two loose ends who aren't willing to attach ourselves to anyone else... Read to find out more! The continuation of Judah and Khalil's love story. A Jamaican love tale 🇯🇲❤

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

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.

A love story between the east queen and her bad man "You wid find out when mi cum in deh and yuh no ready," he said. Bwoii go suck yuh gyal dem "Yuh damn right. We will see," I said before walking away. "Like how it a shake like when yuh a perform pan stage," "A come yuh fih come kiss it and stop sta-" "Bomboclat," I said when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. My back was pressed against his front. He wrapped his hand around my throat and brought his mouth down to my ear. "Pussy ole kiss wah?" His voice sent shivers down my back. Mi a bad gyal but him bad tuh "A joke keem," I said quickly and he released me. He came in-front of me and looked down. "Mi wid swell yuh belly and give yuh two pitney fih ramp wid, no ramp wid me," he said "Go swell yuh gyal dem belly nd move," "Yuh go gwan till mih bust yuh mouth before you go back farrin eno," he said as I stared up at him. Not a real story! If you don't speak patios don't waste your time #1 Jamaican #1 artiste #1 Jadakingdom

"𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬" --🇯🇲-- 🥇ℋ𝒾𝓰𝒽ℯ𝓈𝓉 ℛ𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓰🥇 # 1 In 𝑻𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓- 28/2/24 # 1 in 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒊𝒔- 22/3/24