"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened right after. Or at least, I think she did. She slipped through the walls I built around my mind-how she even do that? Bagga ray she gwaan wid. Afi' give har, ar' props. She a live her life now still, but all I'm trying to do is find my way in it. Yaan'dastan? Yuh feel she can make some space fi mi doh? Yuh feel e' g have a chance? Jah... We're about to take off. Buckle up. Guess we're about to find out." Ranking🥇 #1 in St. James #1 in matrimony #1 in young author #1 in youngwriter #1 in youngwriterspize

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

"Ah badman yah try tek fi eediat ?" The Jamaican artist Bayka finds a attraction to a girl in his community, him being the girl magnet he is finds it hard to believe she's not as easy and tameable as the rest and is determined to get a hold of her...

Three girls and three boys end up in a serious relationship with each other. The girls take a trip to Jamaica to finally meet the boys. In the story will be some friendships being broken because of jealousy, greed, and disloyalty.

Born and raised in Kingston Jamaica , Jada Campbell is anything but, your typical upper class town girl . In fact she prides herself on being down to earth, with a good head on her shoulders and a person who would rather spend her time focusing on life and her goals , a go getter , so when she applied for the position as a PA she surely never thought it would come with the popular ladies man and Jamaican hot, new dancehall artist, Sinna AKA Andre Wilson. After finally managing to escape his utterly hellish and abusive household, Andre Wilson is determined to make a name for himself. With a burning hunger for success and a passion for music, he gets entangled in the toxic , dangerous and money hungry world of guns and drugs in the determination to gain financial stability to kick-start his music career. His music is the only thing that is important to him , not the 5feet 7inches ,hot mouthed Jada Campbell that he is determined to stay away from. Force to be in each other's lives due to the circumstances of his career , Jada and Andre must find a way to mentain a strictly professional relationship but, neither can deny the overwhelming, intense attraction that exists between them but, Andre comes with a past , a past that is more dangerous than Jada is prepared to handle .

Remember that regular degular 21-year-old who had it all figured out? Well, surprise! Back to 16 we go, where teenage chaos reigns supreme and I'm just your average girl, in an alternate world as St. Hugh's pride and joy and head girl extraordinate. Then bam! Nickoi Jacobs happened. The notorious bad boy 'Prezzi' and track star from Kingston College. Speeding tickets? Check. Gang banging? Check. Fast life? Check. Heartbreaker? Double check. How did I end up tripping over him in my perfectly planned world? Again... Bwoy, look like we mek fi each other. Nickoi is trouble with a capital T, the epitome of a walking red flag. But that smile? Sends my heart on a math vacation every single time! He's got more baggage than an airport carousel, and yet, there's this pull between us, breaking every rule I've ever known. What's a girl to do when Mr. Wrong feels so right? Hmm, well dive into the drama because with Nickoi, logic's on vacation and my heart's along for the ride. When it comes to him, Life's anything but predictable. So strap in, folks. Yuh think you see nutt'n yet? Think again. Ready for the twists and turns of "Not My Type 3 the Alternate World"? Because I am! I think?

❝Baby I don't need a man, I need Dinero & a tan!❞-Taj Romaé *** "...if yuh nuh name Dinero den mi nuh want yuh,"I say sassily. He chuckles. "Den how you a pree me so?" his husky voice ask as he makes slow strides towards me. "You're in my personal space," I snap and he seems to be impressed by my attitude. I feel my knees weaken as he approaches me with lustful eyes. Then he leans down closing me in as he rest both hands beside me. His hot breath tickles the side of my neck as he whispers, "Nuttn' nuh wrong if we get personal b." *** Get ready for this heated romance, I'm ready. Are you? #1 Caribbean #1 Boujie #1 Youngwitersprize #1 Materialism #1 newwriter #1 jamaicanwriter #1 Fancy #2 Jamaica

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.