What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

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Ever wondered what it would be like to fall for an artist or even better, have an artist fall for you? Meet Shanice and Malik, two souls destined to collide amidst the colorful tapestry of Jamaica artistry. Malik, with his charming smile and the love for music, finds himself drawn to the spirited Shanice, who believes in doing everything on her own with independency, but their love is not without its challenges. ------------------------------------- We reach a me room door and him let guh me hand. "Enjoy yuh night?", him ask. "It can gwan..." He held my waist and pulled me closer to him. "Suh no?" Me start breath hard cuz him a mek me nerovus. Him smell nice tho... "Me seh dat?", I answered. "Basically." He brough his lips to my ear and whispered, "yah enjoy dis tho", with a chuckle. Your fave Jamaican Wattpad Writer📚🇯🇲 ⚠️ Warning: -Mature Content -16+ -Unfinished Story!

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This story follows a young woman by the name of British whose mother was tragically murdered by sources unknown, this causes her to move back to Jamaica temporarily bringing back old flames she thought she already placed behind her. Date started: October 22, 2023 Date Finished: January 9, 2025 Achievements #1 lovevslust - October 27, 2023 #8 badgyal - October 27, 2023 #4 mixup - March 1, 2024

Jamaica's Mr. and Mrs. Smith You never know what you're getting yourself into. Kyle thought he just wanted to find a nice girl to settle down with, but when he fell for the woman he accidentally met, he got way more than he bargained for.

What happens when Zuriyah a stripper, had a one night stand with man who turns out to be Zidane a well-known Don, who people call the devil but is secretly an angel for her. Did they end up happily together? Or It ends deadly? Read to find out...

I tried touching him, but he stiffened from my touch. I stepped away from him and now my back was facing him. "Why?," I questioned. "I have my reasons," he retorted. "Why won't you let me touch you?," I insisted turning around to face him. "It's just the way things are. You just can't," he stated stubbornly. He stared back at me with those cold, harsh eyes that I couldn't bare any longer. I could feel the tears starting to form and I didn't want to let them fall. I was not going to let him see how weak I was. "Do you even love me?," I countered. "Ashanti, I told you I can't love. I'm incapable of loving you or anyone else," he says staring me in my eyes. "I'm going to get my clothes and go," I said numbly. Before I could move an inch, my back was crushed against the cold, hard surface of a wall. I looked up into Lamonte's eyes as he whispered, "You're mine. You're not leaving you can't leave." "You can't love me. Why would I stay?," I breathed. A love story that is beyond different. What was it about about Lamonte King that keeps her with him? She is breaking him and what will happen when he finally cracks? She will become his ruin. As he will become hers. PLEASE BE ADVISED: Some topics covered in this story may be triggering for many different reasons. This will be the only warning given moving forward. Read at your own risk!

He clenched his jaw, " Ephesian-" " You left me, remember?! You left me!" " I NEVER FUCKIN LEFT YOU, AIGH?! IM STILL FUCKIN HERE!" " NO THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT, ADONIS! YOU HAVENT BEEN HERE FOR ME FOR FUCKIN WEEKS! ALL THOSE TIMES I FUCKIN CALLED YOU, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I DIDNT EAT FOR THREE FUCKIN DAYS, YOU WERENT THERE! WHEN I HAD TO DEAL WITH MY BROTHER'S CONSTANT BULLSHIT, YOU WERENT THERE! YOU LEFT ME WITHOUT A FUCKIN EXPLANATION!" " THE FUCK YOU WANT ME TO DO?! HUH?! I CANT CHANGE WHAT THE FUCK I DID, IMANI! I CANT MAKE YOU CHANGE YA MIND ABOUT ME! SO WHAT THE HELL YOU WANT ME TO DO?!" He screamed in my face. I groan angrily, whirling around I speed walked to the front door. I hear the door slam open widely, then Adonis's voice in the background. " IMANI!" I stop in the middle of the road, " WHAT?!" " WHERE THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU GOIN?!" I turn back around, stomping in the direction of the empty parking lot. " AWAY FROM YOU! AWAY FROM EVERYTHING! I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" _________________________ Sequel to ' Hating Miguel' * previously known as Loving Ephesian *