❝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

"Whats wrong with you?" She asked. Leaning back in my chair I allowed the smoke to exit through my nose. Mi nuh know "Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled walking away. Mi know

"What's wrong with you?" She asked making me shrug. "Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled before storming out the room mi know.

"Babes if mi tell yuh half a the things dem weh mi guh through inna life, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

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?

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

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?

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.

Dejah has never been an outspoken person. Some see her as an introvert, and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak, and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is? As the quote says, "Looks can be deceiving."

Dilara Caesar moved to Stanford Hill after going to a private school her whole life, she wants to live her senior year as a normal high school student. The Giovanni's are one of the most dangerous mafia groups in California, but no one in their school knows that. Dilara crosses paths with Adriano Giovanni and her plans of having a normal senior year go up in flames.