🇯🇲!! In this story, two teenagers meet by chance and instantly feel a spark that neither can ignore. As they spend more time together, sharing laughter, dreams, and insecurities, they realize their connection feels almost fated. But their budding romance hits a roadblock when they discover that their fathers were once bitter rivals. Despite this revelation, the two are determined not to let the past define their future. They refuse to carry the burden of their fathers' grudges, choosing instead to focus on their own bond and the special love they've found in each other. Through the highs and lows of growing up, they support one another, facing teenage challenges, family pressures, and personal growth hand in hand. Together, they learn about forgiveness, resilience, and the power of choosing love over resentment. Even as they encounter obstacles that threaten to pull them apart, they hold tightly to the love they've built, finding strength in one another as they transition from teenage dreams to the realities of adulthood. Their story is one of unwavering loyalty, of two hearts choosing to rise above the weight of family history to create a love story all their own. ( THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION!! )

🇯🇲!! In this story, Bayka, a rising Jamaican dancehall artiste, is climbing his way to fame, capturing hearts with his talent and charisma. His world takes an unexpected turn when he meets Azhanai, the cousin of one of his closest friends. From the first encounter, there's an undeniable spark between them-a connection that grows as they share dreams, ambitions, and vulnerabilities. Azhanai becomes Bayka's grounding force, someone who sees the person behind the rising star. But their love is far from easy. Bayka's fame brings attention from countless admirers and groupies, testing Azhanai's trust and patience. Their contrasting personalities also bring friction, with Azhanai's fiery independence sometimes clashing with Bayka's quieter approach. But through the ups and downs, they both realize how much they mean to each other. Despite these trials, their love endures. Through moments of doubt, jealousy, and misunderstanding, they learn to lean on each other, finding comfort in their shared dreams and struggles. Together, Bayka and Azhanai navigate the highs and lows, fighting to keep their love alive amidst the pressures of fame and family expectations. THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF THE DEPICTED CHARACTERS!!

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Ava Vice is simply The Girl who Fought to Provide, her brother is the only person she has and the only person she worries about more than herself, as long as her brother is fed and has a roof over his head, she didn't care about anything else. She's had the weight of the world on her shoulders since that tragic night but she managed, she had to. What happens when she catches the attention of a group? Will she let them in? ©️All Rights Reserved, Sentima Mani 2018.

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