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 )

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"Den man want weee??" ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ THIS ISN'T JUST A LOVE STORY. I'll leave it up to you to find out more~ AnayeWp ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ I do not own the copyright to any images used in this story. Most visuals are sourced from Pinterest 🙌🏻 {Published:Jan. 4, 2025} ENJOYY 🩷🧚‍♀️

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.

Noah Beck and Siena Agudong reprise their roles as Drayton and Dallas and their sparks light up the pages of this novel adaptation of Tubi's Sidelined 2: Intercepted. This highly anticipated sequel proves that whether you watch then read or read and then watch, one thing is for sure, there will never be enough Drayton and Dallas! *** When Drayton Lahey surprises his girlfriend, Dallas Bryan, by joining her in LA for college, they are ecstatic to be together-proving that true love has legs. Their whirlwind relationship had its ups and downs, but they're committed to each other and to making their dreams come true. Dallas is enrolled in an extremely competitive dance program, and Drayton's now the QB of his school's football team where he's expected to bring home a championship. But life interrupts their bubble. As their dreams for the future diverge, bridging the gap growing between them becomes harder and harder-and fighting for their future isn't guaranteed.

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A Jamaican book inspired by wild, infatuated and delusional imaginations. Includes characters continuous fighting and struggles for 'love'. Main Plot: Nia, a Jamaican teen, who becomes interested in a particular type of music and artiste. She meets him under unexpected but not impossible circumstances. The two lovers struggle for quite some time before their love overcomes.

"Listen, mi anuh yuh b yer that." Mi tell him, artiste or not. . .mi just hate when men call mi Dat. "Why yaah behave suh strong? Think mi nuh know seh yuh love mi off? Mi see d way how yuh did a behave when mi did a perform." But wait- him full a ego eee. "Love off who? Numba one mi nuh know yuh and a the song them mi love not you." Cyaah mek the man know seh mi ago crazy ova him, that ago add to him ego. ~ ~ ~ This book is fictional and everything is from my own imagination. Disclaimer‼️ There are NO IMAGES in this book, so if you can't read book without images, this annuh fi yuh. . . 🏅Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 In Fictional- 19/01/2024 #1 In JamaicanAuthor-19/01/2024 #1 In Caribbean-31/01/2024

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

"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.