"If we never met, I don't know what I would do nor who I would be. You complete me."

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

Pretty girls don't fall for their teachers... right? 16-year-old Shaniya Wilson who just moved to New York from Jamaica Is introduced to a new environment, new school, new friends and a dangerous attraction to her teacher, Mr. Green, that she never saw coming. As she settles into her new life, Shaniya finds herself in a dangerous and forbidden relationship with her teacher. Will she walk away before it's too late? Or will she keep going down this path knowing it could ruin everything? JAMAICAN BOOK *TAKE YOUR TIME, READ CAREFULLY, AND DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPRESS YOURSELF OR ASK QUESTIONS! *MAJOR SEXUAL ACTS *VIOLENCE *DRAMA

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 )

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

If she Eva know weh mi do fi a living she aguh jump out a di car but mi feel connected to dah girl yah and mi just meet har Removing my gun from my waist I put it on her lap and she looks at it then she looks at me and start smiling "A weh yah smile suh fah? " I asked amazed on how she reacted "Yah badman" she asked ignoring my question "Yeah man" I responded "Alright" she replied 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝟭𝟵 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝟮𝟯 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗝𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘂𝗽? 𝗜𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆??? 𝗝𝗼𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗺𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁.. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆. 𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘂𝗺𝗮, 𝗲𝘅

[SAMPLE] Kristelle Hudge is looking forward to the bright future she has ahead of her. . . until she is hit with a major setback - she learns why all that glitters isn't gold.

[SAMPLE] Jaesia Spencer has long since been the poster child for the perfect daughter and scholar. . . until she is faced with what would become one of her biggest obstacles - she start fi forget her broughtupsy.

"love lick ppl and cya tek it back" jay said rubbing his shoulder "mi nuh suppose to take it back"