Iyana McKinney didn't come from a rich family. She grew up with her sickly grandmother in a run down apartment building until her grandmother died just after she graduated college and even though they didn't have much, her grandmother made the sacrifice for her to finish high school and get a higher education even in her sick state. She had always had it hard even with a rich bestfriend who would do anything for her but she had learned while growing up to work hard for what she wanted so no one could use what they had done for her to control her so she always took the hard way out.

BEWARE: Strong sexual content and explicit language. Inseparable; people love being together, It's not that they can't be separated, but they don't want to. Love comes in all different ways, love is beautiful but it can also be ugly. Both Kacian and Sanjay gave up on love because of the hurt they received from previous relationship. For Kacian she swore not to love deeply again but she did when she met Sanjay, the man that swore not to love again but to get his revenge on woman. The woman he choose to take his revenge on is the young single mother that falls madly in love with him. How will this end? Him being successful in with his revenge or fail miserable? Chapters are out so please go ahead and check them out. Another 🇯🇲 romance you don't want to miss.

"Me naah leave yuh!!" I sang wiping down the stove. Bwoy dexta was dapings. With the airpod in my ear on low, I slowly vybed to my playlist. "Cheat and me cheat too." Turning around to meet the gaze of_ Akeem who stood with hooded eyes watching me sing the song. A smirk plays on my lips. Watch ya now "Weh ya chat bout? Yuh give weh me things??!" Hear how him dark and fool. Laughing out, I paid him no attention and turned to continue my wiping. The boy grab me and turn me back to him"you me a chat to Neka, ya give me bun??! " Soon to be edited❤❤ Highest Rankings: #1 in Militant #2 in jamaicanwriter #3 in jamaicanauthor #1 in Creole #5 in blessing

"Babes if mi tell yuh half a the things dem weh mi guh through inna life, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

(Under Revision) He was right behind me. He closed the door and locked it. I turn toward him And pull my hair back and tilt my neck. He laughs. "Actually we are gonna do things a little different." He says. He grabs my arm and flings me onto the bed like a rag doll. I gasp as he climbs over me. He sits on me, chuckling softly. "Oh, Reagan. You'll like this a lot." He says. He grips the front of my shirt and literally rips it off. I gasp as the fabric rips like tissue in his hands. His cold hands ran over my stomach tracing soft lines. He leans in and smiles...