Pussy whip you, you call mi master. Your's as long as yuh want... Your's as long as yuh want. (;

"𝓗𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓫𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷" -Ace ~🇯🇲~...

I'm Zara Williams and I know what you're thinking...but no, I'm not Zara Larsson. I'm a regular degular twenty one year old girl that practically have everything figured out in my life already...but there's this one person that I just can't figure out no matter how hard I try. Nickoi Jacobs. Whew, speaking of the devil. He has mastered the craft of being bad and he's so good at it, dangerous even. He's all about gangs, exotic cars, exotic house and exotic lifestyle and I'm the total opposite of that. What puzzles me though are the butterflies that I get when he's around me and that look-oh, that look that he gives me makes me so vulnerable to him and it puzzles me-he puzzles me because how could I possibly fall for him, when he's not my type? Get ready for this drama guys and yes it's a Jamaican Novel. Enjoy! Ranking🥇 #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaican #1 in Kingston #1 in Patois #1 in Caribbean #1 in Judgmental #1 in Jamaicanwriter #1 in youngwritersprize #1 in thug #1 in newwriter #1in badman

Moving to the innercity of Jamaica is not something that any "country" girl is prepared for. Especially this feisty introvert. She had always been digusted by the "cruffs" who call themselves "badman". Hell, she's disgusted by men in general! "Nuh mix with dutty bungle", we always hear.... but I think we all know this: life doesn't always go exactly how we plan it.

He turned a church girl into his personal freak.

"Yuh think mi did a joke when mi seh mi did want yuh,"he said moving his hand up my thigh. "Yuh caah leave mi alone!" I said pushing his hand away,only resulting in his hand being shoved up further my leg.

"A wahm to deh bumboclaat bwoy yah man me seh fi let me guh!" I shouted at him. He stood there looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Chawgi me seh me want yuh and a yasso yah tan...tap eh bumboclaat noise a me fucking head nuh melia!" He spoke in an irritated tone. "A who yuh feel like yah chat to suh dranko? I ask, growing more and more furious seeing that he was not going to let me out. ~ NB: THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS NAMES THAT I'VE USED!!!

"Me a likkle girl" I state not looking at him afraid of how my body will react to his intense stare. "So?" Him serious? "Oh yah pervert?" He hissed grabbing my throat. I don't know what, but I felt something jumped.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.