Want a man weh buss gun 😍 Ex man neva duh him job gud suh mi x him outta di bloodclaat picha (Don't mind my mistakes through out the book )

Ka'lani Smith is more than just a medical student-she's carrying a family legacy she never asked for. When Jaden Singh steps into her world, nothing will ever be the same. In Kingston's dangerous streets, where trust is scarce and every move counts, a deadly game begins. But what happens when enemies find something worth fighting for? *•LOYALTY•LOVE•LIES•* Murderer's Intentions - a raw, intense story of love, loyalty, and betrayal. ⚠️ Contains strong language, violence, and mature themes. Reader discretion advised.⚠️ One chapter won't do u justice keep reading!!! To find out everything ❤️. JAMAICAN STORY 🇯🇲 This story will consist highly of creole/patois, it will also have a mix English and Spanish.

A Jamaican Story.

Naomi's a newly divorced, single mother, who's dedicated to herself and, the wellbeing of her daughter. It took only one interaction to change her mind on pursuing another love interest, but with having an intrusive ex-husband/ baby father, her life's about to become a roller coaster. He guarantees her soft-love and in return, She brings him peace. Will it be enough to withhold the hurdles life is about to throw at them? "I'm focused on only my baby and myself, I don't think I'm re...". As he stood there, waiting for me to continue, I somehow can't. Because truth be told, I'm willing to break all my rules and remove my imaginary walls just to let him in. With a sigh, I say "okay, let's see what life has in store for us".

"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!!!

"Wayne is this sinful?" "You can't hide what your body desires." He said touching my ass, "So what does it want?" "You." I said and he smirked. "I knew that princess." He smirked. He then kisses me and picks me up. "Be a good girl and don't scream too loud."

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!

"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.