One mantra; Age doesn't define maturity.

" yow my girl look weh yah guh kmt " he said mi turn mi head real quick cause a cya mi dah tuff face man yah a stop wid. " nuh you buck up ina mi ugly man kmt" mi jus hiss mi teeth and continue walking towards the entrance of fontana with my bags heading towards the parking lot to wait on my uber.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

He hands me a bottle of water, "Suppose yuh breed?" I shrug opening the water "Wym by that?? Mi tell yuh get up inuh" he slightly raised his voice, I remove the bottle from my head and stared at him "Okay and why yah shout?? If me breed me can always dash it weh" I said to hear his response He took up his shorts, "A that yuh better do cause me nuh want no pickney" Oh wow Weh tf, I took up my shirt and put it on, I opened his car door to get out I felt him grab my hand. "Weh yah go chawgie??" So me suppose to stay inah the car after that fuckery him juss say.......... ~♤~♡~◇~♧~♡~◇~♡~♤~◇~♤

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

An innocent girl from Kingston never knew what love was until she got caught up with a Jamaican badman from St.Thomas..... Highest Rankings: #1 Caribbean #1Jamaican #1badman

A soft-spoken yet resilient young woman from the cool rural hills finds herself entangled with a feared Jamaican Don. A man who's hiding secrets, pain, and the part of himself that longs to escape it all. He's guarded. She's pure-hearted, but not naïve. Their worlds are night and day , yet something about her voice quiets the rage inside him. Something about his silence makes her want to speak even more. They meet in a small corner of Kingston, but their love is anything but small. Between the shadows of the street and the call of grace, can they rewrite their fates? Or will his past destroy the only light he's ever known? * Every event in this book is fictional and should be read with that in mind. * The author does not own any of the following pictures, music and media in this book. Completed ✅ July 15, 2025 When The Don Loves Quietly is a love story wrapped in danger, betrayal, and quiet devotion. Book 2: When The Don Breaks Quietly is now live.

19 year old Ka'Moura moved from her small community in St. Thomas called 'Stony Hill', where she was suffering from poverty, to start a new life...a better on in the city...In the town rather. Wah dem say when a country girl move to the city? 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧 Wanna know how her journey in the city goes? Read to find out. Highest Rankings🏆. #1 in teenauthour #1 in countrygirl #1 in jamaica #1 in youngwriterprize #1 in newstory

"Age is just a number" the words come from his mouth with nothing but confidence and that damn smirk on his lips says he means nothing but business. "You're just a 18 year old bowy you and I will never date get that in your head Cashmere" I said to him before taking up my stuff and made my way out side.

In Jamaica, love is never innocent. It is inherited, traded, bought, buried, and sometimes-weaponized. From the zinc-fenced lanes where hunger sharpens ambition, to the hilltop mansions where legacies rot behind marble gates, power moves quietly. Money whispers. Bloodlines decide futures long before hearts get a say. And the people who rise fastest are rarely the ones who play fair. This is a country where uptown smiles are rehearsed, ghetto loyalty is lethal, and desire doesn't ask permission. Where women learn early that softness is a liability, and men confuse ownership with love. Where bodies are currencies, secrets are shields, and survival often looks like sin. At the center of it all is a love story that was never meant to be tender. Only consuming. Only dangerous. Only inevitable. Wicked Love is not about happily-ever-after. It is about what happens when ambition falls in love with hunger... when class collides with obsession... when two people mistake control for devotion and call it destiny. This is a story of wealth built on silence. Of women who refuse to stay small. Of men who learn too late that power does not equal possession. Welcome to the space between ghetto and uptown- where love is wicked, loyalty is costly, and everything beautiful comes with blood on it.