"Simply can't get enough of you" The flames that burns brightest can also scorch the deepest. Reunited after months apart, Kevaun and Celest thought they'd overcome the odds, but their love is about to be tested like never before. When tragedy strikes, they're forced to confront the harsh realities of their relationship and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Will the truth bring them closer together, or drive them further apart? Can their love withstand the lies, the heartache, and the danger that surrounds them? Or will it become their ultimate downfall? This is the sequel for "His Drug", your favourite couple is back and their story is about to take a dramatic turn. ..and I hope y'all are ready for what is to come!

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?

Amara Dixon has always been the kind of girl who gets it done on her own. At 21, she's balancing college, entrepreneurship, friendships, and the pressure of building the life she's always wanted. Love was never part of the plan, until she meets Ethan Calloway, a quiet, nerdy, rich guy who is nothing like anyone she expected. As their worlds collide, Amara is forced to face the one thing she's never quite mastered: letting someone in. Because while her life looks put together on the outside, she's still very much in the making.

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?

Kylie is average girl that works at a bakery to make money for a living. However her boss is shitty and treats her like shit. The pay was not even good for Kylie to pay her rent plus buy food not to mention shopping. Kylie repeats her outfits so often that people thinks she doesn't bathes. Antonio a cold, hot, f*kboy ,billionaire. Does not do love only f*k for his pleasure, he is always making the news and also known for one of the most richest and handsome man in the industry. But what happens when Antonio needs a maid and comes across Kylie at the bakery being treated like shit. And he knows he can pay her better not mention how beautiful and sexy she was not the mention that Antonio is a big f**kboy.

The first time actress Talia Howard and director Zachary Knowles work together, it's clear they make something special on screen. But life has its own timing. Over the years, their paths cross again and again within Jamaica's film industry-each meeting brief, each leaving behind the quiet sense that some connections never quite fade. And when they find themselves working together once more, they must finally ask whether some stories are meant to be finished...or simply remembered.

"Move from in front a mi," I say. But it comes out softer. Weaker. More honest than I intended. I'd be on the first plane out of here tomorrow. Nothing that we've said in the past twenty minutes would matter once I am on that plane. We are tied to each other, and our pasts don't have to intertwine any more than they already have. He doesn't move. I step sideways. He mirrors me, like he's tethered to the same gravity. "Kymani-" "Selah" My name in his mouth feels like a dare. A part of me wants it to feel like a promise. I shake the thought. After what feels like a standoff written in the marrow between us, he finally exhales and steps back. Barely. But enough. I don't waste it. I slip from his hold, my heartbeat pounding in my throat, in my ears, in the soles of my feet as I bolt toward the door. I leave him there. Leave the house. Leave the heat still burning between us. And I run. Fast, desperate, the same way I did the first time I left this place. The same way I survived. I don't look back. Not at him. Not at the house. Not at the version of myself that's still trembling inside those walls. Not anymore.

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

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.