"Hold my hand until we turn to ashes, Love me 'til they put me in my casket, I got all these feelings that I'm maskin' Can I lay it on you? That's what I'm askin." My hand gripped the mic as I sang, I was now lost in his alluring gaze. I felt like he was daring me to step closer...should I ? I did, my heart was now pounding as I gripped the mic. The music swelled but my voice faltered. The lyrics seemed to echo the tension in the air. "Red wine kissin' in the house that your parents Got for you, rented, how'd you forget it? I think about you and nothin' else...if you would just come over, I could show you for myself. " He smirked, leaning forward, I stepped closer, inhaling the sweet smell of his cologne. He pulled me to him, the heat of his fingers causing my breath to stop momentarily... "Show me what I'm missing Melodi..." he whispered. 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝗹𝗲.

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.

16 shots mi a pull my trigger one ting bout mi mi nah tek no diss from no nigga, yuh bun mi mi bun yuh back nah siddung and bawl ova no nigga rather drink two liquor and count up e figures.I can be his biggest nightmare cause mi will siddung Ina him lap and play Ina him hair, cook him food mek sure him get the best care but as him slip him slide the mountain fall yah crawl fi help but there will be nobody to save you at all🙂.

The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

🇯🇲!! In this story, Bayka, a rising Jamaican dancehall artiste, is climbing his way to fame, capturing hearts with his talent and charisma. His world takes an unexpected turn when he meets Azhanai, the cousin of one of his closest friends. From the first encounter, there's an undeniable spark between them-a connection that grows as they share dreams, ambitions, and vulnerabilities. Azhanai becomes Bayka's grounding force, someone who sees the person behind the rising star. But their love is far from easy. Bayka's fame brings attention from countless admirers and groupies, testing Azhanai's trust and patience. Their contrasting personalities also bring friction, with Azhanai's fiery independence sometimes clashing with Bayka's quieter approach. But through the ups and downs, they both realize how much they mean to each other. Despite these trials, their love endures. Through moments of doubt, jealousy, and misunderstanding, they learn to lean on each other, finding comfort in their shared dreams and struggles. Together, Bayka and Azhanai navigate the highs and lows, fighting to keep their love alive amidst the pressures of fame and family expectations. THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!

"Mi cah fuck uh Riri," he said while pulling away from our heated kiss. Why? Was it because we're bestfriends? "Why not?" I breathed out heavily as he cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead on mine. He didn't answer me. "Gio?" I whispered his name. He pulled away and released me from his hold. "Yah virgin and mi wid fuck uh kill uh," he said darkly. Chills ran down my spine as he stared down at me.

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"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

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?