"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.

She was trained to uphold the law. He was born to break it. Naiari never wanted to walk the same path as her father, the Deputy Commissioner of Police, but becoming an officer gave her purpose. Zayvion never asked to lead March Pen's most feared organization. But with his brother locked away, the weight of the empire falls on his shoulders. Cold, calculated, and unchallenged, until Naiari crashes into his world, unafraid and unbroken. She wants justice. He wants revenge. But neither expected the fire that would spark between them. In a city where loyalty is a currency and betrayal runs deep, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

Love built them. Danger surrounds them. Three years after choosing each other, Naiari and Zayvion are still holding it down and parenting a daughter who fights harder than most grown folks. But peace doesn't last long in their world. Old enemies resurface, new threats slip in unnoticed, and the past has a way of showing up uninvited. As the lines between loyalty and survival blur, Naiari starts to question how much more she's willing to sacrifice for love... and whether love alone is enough.

"Listen, mi anuh yuh b yer that." Mi tell him, artiste or not. . .mi just hate when men call mi Dat. "Why yaah behave suh strong? Think mi nuh know seh yuh love mi off? Mi see d way how yuh did a behave when mi did a perform." But wait- him full a ego eee. "Love off who? Numba one mi nuh know yuh and a the song them mi love not you." Cyaah mek the man know seh mi ago crazy ova him, that ago add to him ego. ~ ~ ~ This book is fictional and everything is from my own imagination. Disclaimer‼️ There are NO IMAGES in this book, so if you can't read book without images, this annuh fi yuh. . . 🏅Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 In Fictional- 19/01/2024 #1 In JamaicanAuthor-19/01/2024 #1 In Caribbean-31/01/2024

"Sir why are you always so interested in what I'm doing...Dont you have other students to tend to?" Wynter asked as she clinged to the books in her hands, Mr. Raines chuckled as his eyes scanned his favorite student. It was never his plan to fall for her. In fact he had no intention of falling for any woman anytime soon; due to him having his fair share of them all. In other words he didn't want anything that he would have to commit to, right now that is... Somehow as soon as Wynter stepped into his classroom she changed his mind by just a simple gesture. How could I fold so easily? he thought... "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." He thinks out loud with a smirk on his face. Wynter furrows her brows in confusion as she listens to the words that sound like a foreign language to her ears. She tilts her head looking at him, thats when he chuckles, and says, " Find out what that means by the next class, then yuh nah guh be suh confused." For awhile she was silent, as her eyes scanned him, then she replied, "Yes Mr Raines." ---------------------- A Jamaican love tale about a lecturer falling for his student... Read to find out how it will all unfold. 🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲 ♡︎ The gifted collection ♡︎

Being sexually intimate with her sister's neighbor all throughout the summers of high school, Romani waiting six years before she returned. She didn't get time to breathe properly when Késhawn broke in the house and had her against the wall. This time he would make sure she's not leaving him. ____ This story mentions characters from Crawsis Play. The Kareem, Simonaé and Shemar story.

~Akayla Woods •Pastor's Daughter •Love off di deacon son •Struggled a lot in the past with:Drug$,S.H,depression and had an eating disorder. However,she started to find her way back to God and started working on herself. •Has a close relationship with her brother. •Close with her mom but closer with her dad. ~Amani Carter •Deacon's Son •Love off di pastah daughtah •Besties with Michael •Has a close relationship with both his parents but the bond between him and his mom is stronger. I do not own any of the pictures or audios that I use in this story. All pictures and audios I use belong to their rightful owners,not me.

BOOK: 1 NOT EDITED!!! A JAMAICAN LOVE TALE THAT YOU WILL WANT TO READ AGAIN AND AGAIN❤️🇯🇲!

"Come here." Mi know exactly wah guh happen if mi guh

WARNING!!! Explicit language and strong sexual content. MADE FOR YOU Is a boss vs. employee situationship that later turns into a relationship with two people living in two different worlds. Please add to your library and enjoy. Start: January 1, 2025. Finish: August 16, 2025