Tahje Love Walker is a 24-year-old cardiothoracic surgeon from the small community of Vanity Fair, Linstead. She grew up living a normal life with her parents and a sister close to her age. For most of her life, Tahje dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Determined to save people like her mother, Tahje shifted her focus and worked tirelessly, with the unwavering support of her parents, to achieve her new goal. Years passed, and now she is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons at Kingston Public Hospital. Ashtrey Ja'ior Kestrel, a notorious 20-year-old contract killer, also grew up with a normal life. However, as the saying goes, friends can lead you astray, and that's exactly what happened to him. Known for his ruthless precision and multiple run-ins with the police, Ashtrey has somehow managed to avoid punishment time and time again. Whispers of corruption, police ties, and bloody payoffs follow him everywhere he goes. He is not someone who takes losing lightly, especially when it comes to what or who captures his attention. When Tahje and Ashtrey's worlds collide, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and their lives will change forever. Will they find a way to trust each other despite their differences, or will their collision lead to destruction for them both?

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked making me shrug. "Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled before storming out the room mi know.

Book One. 𝙰 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊. Started: January 2023 Ended: August 2023 𝙼𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 #1 𝚒𝚗 𝚄𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 47𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #1 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 930 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #1 in Jamaican girl #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaicanwriter #2 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 50 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #2 𝚒𝚗 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 61 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #3 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 2.48𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #3 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 55 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #8 𝚒𝚗 𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚌𝚊 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 2𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #12 𝚒𝚗 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 1.09𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #185 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 46𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #408 𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 489𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

"Kassauni, there is more to life than continuous pain and suffering. I am sure you know that, and no one is asking you to go through it alone," She told me. I took a long drag from the blunt and held it in my lungs before releasing it. "Whatever yah talk 'bout sound like a fairy tale and mi nuh want yuh feel like me is a problem fi yuh fix," I stated, staring into her eyes. She frowned, deeply. "You need to talk to someone, or me. I am here for you if you need anything." Her voice came out softer than usual. "Rosalia, left that. It nuh concern yuh," I told her. She hissed her teeth and slapped the blunt out of my hand. "Mi try talk to yuh, but if yuh nah go at least try to get help then mi nuh need fi deh here. Stay by yuhself since a that yuh fucking want." She turned and started walking away. // He was abandoned by his parents. Time and time again they let him down, not realizing that each time it was draining him. He isn't the most sentimental guy, probably one of the most nonchalant and controlling people you've ever met. She was sweet and came from what people would call the perfect family. In a short time, she made him indecisive and question himself. Peeled away every armor he had shielding his insecurities. She broke him but stood by him while he rebuilt himself into a better man. The man he always wanted to be. The man he knew she deserved. _______________________________ - Mature Content (18+) - Violence

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute... So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

A love story between the east queen and her bad man "You wid find out when mi cum in deh and yuh no ready," he said. Bwoii go suck yuh gyal dem "Yuh damn right. We will see," I said before walking away. "Like how it a shake like when yuh a perform pan stage," "A come yuh fih come kiss it and stop sta-" "Bomboclat," I said when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. My back was pressed against his front. He wrapped his hand around my throat and brought his mouth down to my ear. "Pussy ole kiss wah?" His voice sent shivers down my back. Mi a bad gyal but him bad tuh "A joke keem," I said quickly and he released me. He came in-front of me and looked down. "Mi wid swell yuh belly and give yuh two pitney fih ramp wid, no ramp wid me," he said "Go swell yuh gyal dem belly nd move," "Yuh go gwan till mih bust yuh mouth before you go back farrin eno," he said as I stared up at him. Not a real story! If you don't speak patios don't waste your time #1 Jamaican #1 artiste #1 Jadakingdom

The Hairstylist and the Don "I want you to come one hour earlier than we agreed," his cilent said "Why?" he asked "You know why," she said and he looked at the phone. He made a face and looked away. Den a wah she show him "I already told you I'm saving myself for marriage," he said A wah pop Wah him just say

She walks in like the epitome of black girl luxury, but pain follows her. She covers it with bust-down jewelry and white roses. He's quiet, but his presence is loud in itself. Everyone knows him, but she sees right past him. She's confident, but he's more confident. She's fierce, but he makes her cower. Passionate. SADITIFIED.