Honey, a 19-year-old survivor of unimaginable abuse, escapes her Palm Beach household with stolen cash from her father, seeking refuge in her ancestral homeland, Jamaica. Though free, the emotional wounds she carries run deep. In Jamaica, Honey's path collides with Zavire, aka 'Silas' or 'Trigga', a powerful figure with a legacy of underground businesses. Drawn to his enigmatic world, Honey becomes entangled in his operations. Silas, captivated by Honey's innocence, is torn between his desire to corrupt and protect her. As they navigate their combustible attraction, secrets and lies threaten to destroy their bond. Will Honey and Silas overcome their troubled pasts and forge a future together, or will their secrets tear them apart? Redo and remove the tattoo

EST. 2024 JAMAICAN STORY🇯🇲 The story of 21-year-old Talia Rainford, who left her abusive boyfriend and believed she was done with relationships, only to encounter the don who made her reconsider. In order to find out how she overcome the obstacles she faced in life, read on.

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?

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

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.

I'm just a 18 year old who suddenly became someone's whole world while mine is crumbling.

"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.

Only Love Can...Hurt Like This 💔

I heard him chuckle. "Oh. Yuh vex because mi nuh reply to yuh message?" My head snapped around so quick to look at this fool, seeing him standing there with a nonchalant look on his face. I had to mentally coach myself to swollow the 'suck yuh mada' that was on the tip of my tongue. "Fuck you."

Armanii is Jamaica's newest dancehall star lighting up the charts and your TikTok feed, but don't get it twisted, he's over the "internet artiste" label and dead serious about proving he's the real deal. Behind the hype, the chains, and the stage lights? A man dealing with the cold, quiet side of fame. Then boom! Alisa Miller enters the chat. Straight out of New York, privacy and unbothered girl in her own lane. Love? Not on her to-do list. She's focused, intentional, and allergic to drama. So how do they end up next to each other on a flight to Jamaica? One little seat mix up and suddenly it's vibes, side-eyes, and unexpected sparks. She's not here for the noise, but Armanii? He's intrigued. One missed DM, one flight, and suddenly he's chasing more than just hit songs. Thing is, Alisa's quiet life and Armanii's loud world? Oil and water. Paparazzi, secrets, temptation, and trust issues? That's just Tuesday. But maybe, just maybe, the right kind of chaos can make the sweetest music. So buckle up because this love story is messy, magnetic, and way too real. And yuh see Armani and Alisa? Dem might just be each other's favorite Rough Patch.