IN WHICH, SANORAH ALLIAH SINGH grew up surrounded by luxury; as the daughter of a multi-millionaire she has it all. From a closet full of designer bags to her breathtaking looks that turn every head in Kingston. Her future is paved in literal gold thanks to her parents. Then she meets RASHEED BINGHAM. A man who lives in a completely different world than hers. While she got everything she wanted on a silver platter, he struggles everyday to make ends meet as the breadwinner of his family, in place of his absent father. They live different lifestyles, divided by class, money, and expectations. But a fateful encounter sparks an undeniable fire that neither of them saw coming. READ NOW ! | jamaican love story 28/12/2025 :: mature content warning !! © NEEYAOLOGY, 2026 RANKS 🏅 #1 - caribbean #1 - kingston #1 - opposites #1 - jamaicanauthor #1 - jamaica #1 - lowerclass #1 - upperclass #1 - richgirlpoorboy #1 - uptown #3 - patios #4 - mechanic

I never cared what people thought about me. Not in Mango Valley. Not in church. Not anywhere. Then I met him. The pastor's son, everything I wasn't supposed to be drawn to. One project brought us together... and somehow, that was enough to change everything.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

Let's go on another journey with Ataliyah Jenkins and Rojay Longston. They have grown, trust has been regained, bond has become stronger, friends become family and dreams got accomplished but with every calm there is a storm coming. What happens when loyalty get tested, what happens when truths get revealed, what happens when bargains are made, what happens when secrets that are hidden reveal, what happens when fear overshadows rational thoughts and most of all what happen when love is tested. We are bound by the past in some twisted way. I CHOOSE HER I CHOOSE HIM

Sometimes secrets are worst than lies but what happens when they're both combine with love..... Let's go on a journey with Toni Shay Hill and O'Dillion McFord to see what life is like when mixed with LOVE+ Lies and Secrets. A Jamaican Romantic Fiction Novel ................

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

Dr. Monáe Blackwell is a highly educated OBGYN, committed to her patients and her career. King is a younger slightly rude construction worker. ******************** I heard his footsteps behind me but I avoided him as I walked through the curtain and into the living room. "A you me a talk to enuh." "I'm not arguing with nobody's child." I said as I put on my shoes and walked out the door. I didn't notice that he was following me until I was at the gap in the fence. "Child? Mi a big man. Yuh think 25 a pickney?" Again I didn't answer. I focused my attention on the fence and tried to maneuver through the wire. Just my luck, the wires hooked the back of my leggings waist. "See it deh, you get hook. Mi just fi lef you right yasso." ********** This is a cutesy book!! Nothing tumultuous❤️❤️

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.