He have money but no heart. She have heart but no money. When their world clash, love haffi fight fi breathe.

Book One Of The "HER" Duology Childhood Girlfriends One Journey Chasing Dreams In The Real World Relationships Are Hard & Love Is Complicated. This Life Is Filled With Harsh Realities And Adulthood Comes With Fears & Insecurities Will They Find Love & Happiness? OR Will Life Eat Them Alive?

"Mi warn yuh - love mi, and it will kill yuh." Eighteen-year-old Tahlia Rae Blake is the golden girl of uptown Kingston - , perfect curls, and a last name that opens doors. But behind her family's guarded gates and Sunday smiles is a life choked by expectations, control, and secrets. She's tired of being the good daughter. Tired of playing perfect. Then she meets Nazir "Brickz" Johnson - the most feared name in Spanish Town's underworld. Cold. Charismatic. Deadly. He's everything her mother warned her about, and everything Tahlia can't seem to stay away from. What starts as a reckless thrill spirals into a dangerous obsession. Nasir gives her freedom, fire, and the kind of love that makes rules disappear. But loving him means shootouts, enemies, lies - and blood on the pavement. As turf wars erupt and betrayals close in, Tahlia has to face the truth: Is this love strong enough to survive the streets - or is she just another no good ting in the way?authoredbymowana

Dakarai Kingston aka Dayday has carved out a chilling legacy as the most ruthless serial killers to mankind. Hardened by the streets since the age of 13 and scarred by a violent upbringing, Dayday learned early that trust is a luxury he can't afford. Killing is his thrive but most of all his survival No one could melt his cold heart or his darken eyes that filled with emptiness until... He bumps into a woman ... A woman that'll make him question his own sanity.... A serial killer and a woman who's just insane as he is, clashes into issues But something else hits Something that neither the two could explain

🇯🇲 PEACE- Freedom from disturbance; Tranquility Khadijah Campbell, although bounded by the vines of poverty is very ambitious. Wanting nothing more than to go to college and have a career to take care of her mother and younger siblings. Markwest Jordan, wrapped in the heart of violence. Always leaving behind a trail of fear, devastation and lingering trauma. Standing both on the line of good and evil; "You need to do evil to do good" and " If you do evil, it stops you from doing good." ~~~ This book is pure fiction and has nothing to do with the real lives of the depicted characters. Mature Content Included . Contains Violence, Emotional Abuse, Donestic Abuse and Strong Language . Written both in Standard English and Patois 🇯🇲

"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.