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.

When Hurricane Melissa barrels toward Jamaica, Taheyra Morgan has one thing on her mind-get through another exhausting shift and make it home before the sky breaks open. But a chance encounter with a stranger at closing time flips her world sideways. Khairo St. James doesn't do chaos. He's a man of control, precision, and silence-until a soft-spoken cashier with a stubborn streak and a dangerous commute refuses to listen when he tells her to stay put. When the first winds hit, so does the reality that she's not making it home. One offer turns into one night. One night turns into a week. Now, trapped together in his home of steel and glass, Taheyra and Khairo are forced to confront more than the storm outside-the heat between them, the walls they've built, and the truths they've both been running from. In the eye of the hurricane, nothing stays standing. Not even hearts. This is what it means to fall under the weather.

Honestly, mi feel like mi too young fi have dem kinda man problem yer. Because all now mi cyaa leff di bwoy. Ah mussi tie him tie mi. I hear the driver's side door open and I flash open my eyes to see Micheal coming into the driver's seat. He doesn't say anything as he pulls out his phone to connect it to the car. Without warning he starts the car and pulls out of the driveway, adjusting his seatbelt as he turns onto the street. "Noelle, mi honestly nuh inna di bagga chatting right now, so it better if mi juss carry yuh back a yuh aunty yaad" his voice is low and I could hear his annoyance and anger in every word. "Mi nuh know why yuh so angry Micheal...but yea bring mi back ah mi yaad because mi nuh waan deh roun yuh right now" I say turning my head to look out the window, crossing my arms in the process. "Eeeh? A suh it aguh go?" he asks with an emotionless stare. "Bet" He starts to speed up the car, turning up the music on the stereo as he overtook the car in front of us. Fada God please don't mek this man run we off ah the road and kill we.

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 ................

Under construction! 🚧 Wrote this when I was thirteen published when I was fourteen as you can guess Errors all over! Bare with me

Lando is the brother of the most notorious Jamaican don ,his struggles have led him to partake in lottery scamming but he always knew his journey was way bigger than the love of the hustle. Yanique is the daughter of a well respected soldier, so what are the odds for her to reconnect with her childhood friend ;Lando and finally let go of her sheltered , religious life to give this risky yet breathtaking experience a chance. They are from two different worlds but love conquers all. Based on a true story.

There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

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

"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.

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?