"Yuh nuh have a woman, Andreas?" I asked him. "That nuh concern you. You we a talk 'bout," He dismissed and I glared at him. "Yuh feel yuh woman ago come beat me cause her man nuh wah gah him yard? Me can't fight yer? And me wah yuh fi gwaan home," I told him. He hummed and lay down on the bed. "Me will teach yuh fi fight," He said, shrugging his shoulders. I stared at him in disbelief. "Yuh nuh love yuh woman? Why yah be a dog shit?" I frowned deeply.

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲. After a birthday that changed everything, Monet and Cameron find themselves stepping into something bigger than the both of them, parenthood. Over the next nine months, you'll see emotions run high, fears surface, and their relationship being tested in ways love alone can't fix. From late-night talks and doctor visits... to arguments, laughter, and the quiet moments in between... they learn that building a family isn't just about the baby, it's about learning how to love each other in new ways. Friends become closer. New bonds are formed. And as the months pass, one truth becomes clear: Love doesn't just change you. It grows you. Because this time... it's not just them anymore. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.

Doing what 20 year old Nasiem deemed as right, put him in a tough situation. Quickly teaching him a little something about life.

❦ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙂𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙉.     𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙧, a disciplined PR coach known for fixing the league's worst messes, is assigned to manage its most uncontrollable new star: 𝘾𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙖𝙙𝙚.   Freshly drafted and already drowning in headlines, Cameron is all talent and no restraint-brilliant on the field, volatile off it, and carrying more history than he lets anyone see.   𝙏𝙝𝙚 league forces a solution: mandatory media training, constant supervision, and a carefully staged public association designed to keep Cameron's career intact.   But when Monet's structure clashes with Cameron's defiance, the plan starts to crack. Boundaries blur. Truths surface. And what was supposed to be strategy turns into something far more dangerous-something neither of them planned for.

NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

"Like seriously? A dat yuh come a mi workplace fi tell me?" I ask sounding calm. What if mi tek mi pen and stab him inna him big eye dem? "How yuh mean bredda? Yuh nuh mi ooman?" He asks with a stupid look on his face. "Yuh fool nuh fuck if yuh feel me and yuh deh" I hiss. Mi naa guh bawl ova him ino. Me? Naa dweet. "Watchya. A joke babes. Mi rate yuh too much fi do yuh dat." He says Yuh love me. BYEEEEE. "Mi nuh believe yuh" I say looking through the car window.

"Kyra look pon mi" he lifts my chin up so my eyes could meet his. "Just say the word and we leff right now, yav dah power deh ma" he says, eyes never leaving mine. "The word?" I ask and he immediately opens his phone, dialing her number. "Ah, watch dis" he holds the phone to his ear. This book is solely fictional and should be read with that in mind. People used have no affiliation with the fictional characters included in this book! The author does not own any picture, music or media that is included in this book.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence