ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ. ɪᴍᴀɴɪ - ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢꜱᴛᴏɴ ɢɪʀʟ, ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ...ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴏɴ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ... ɴᴏᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴄʜᴀꜱɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ...ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʀᴏᴍᴀʀɪᴏ "ᴘᴀʙʟᴏ ʏɢ" ᴀ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴀꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʙɪɢɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴅꜱ... ʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ, ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ...ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ. ꜰᴀᴍᴇ. ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ. ᴀ ʟɪꜰᴇꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ... ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰɪxᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴘᴀɪɴ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ...ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ. ᴛᴡᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ... ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴏᴍ

"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

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

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.

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

Moya is a young hairstylist balancing work and family.After watching an interview featuring rising dancehall artiste Pablo YG, she's left questioning whether his cryptic words were directed at her. Brushing it off as coincidence, she focuses on finishing her work until Pablo YG himself walks into her salon. With tension in the air and curiosity burning inside her, Moya is faced with the question: was she really the one he was talking about, or is she just another fan caught up in the hype? "Yuh see di browning a mi baby,a mi heart dat "🫶🏾. Y.G LOVING fi real!

Tahje Love Walker is a 24-year-old cardiothoracic surgeon from the small community of Vanity Fair, Linstead. She grew up living a normal life with her parents and a sister close to her age. For most of her life, Tahje dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Determined to save people like her mother, Tahje shifted her focus and worked tirelessly, with the unwavering support of her parents, to achieve her new goal. Years passed, and now she is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons at Kingston Public Hospital. Ashtrey Ja'ior Kestrel, a notorious 20-year-old contract killer, also grew up with a normal life. However, as the saying goes, friends can lead you astray, and that's exactly what happened to him. Known for his ruthless precision and multiple run-ins with the police, Ashtrey has somehow managed to avoid punishment time and time again. Whispers of corruption, police ties, and bloody payoffs follow him everywhere he goes. He is not someone who takes losing lightly, especially when it comes to what or who captures his attention. When Tahje and Ashtrey's worlds collide, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and their lives will change forever. Will they find a way to trust each other despite their differences, or will their collision lead to destruction for them both?

'𝐿iff up yuh skirt pretty girl🫣'

"Yuh never know police man coulda be romantic?" - Javani. She never planned on falling for a police officer. But one late-night pickup changed everything. Between laughter that feels like home, arguments that cut too deep, and secrets she isn't ready to face, Aajanai finds herself tangled in a love that tests both her patience and her heart. And when the past comes knocking, she has to decide-will love be enough to keep her safe, or will it all come crashing down?

𝓜𝒚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬....... An original Jamaican love story ◻️◻️◻️ • Preview✔ "Breda just go fuck off respectfully." I hissed in annoyance. He braced me against the wall "nuh fuck yuh self, and doh call mi nuh breda." That's so funny. • Introduction✔ ● Ajay a high school student he's a heartthrob, popular playboy or is he. ● Bella a high school student whose bestfriend's with the popular heartthrob, what happens when feelings circulates between their friendship, read to find out. ⚠WARNING⚠ Mixture of patios and standard English✔ Sexual/Mature themes✔ ◻️◻️◻️ Ranking🏆 #1 Mixup🥇 #1 Mixture🥇 #1 Highschoolexperience🥇 #2 Youngwriter🥈 #3 Patwa🥉