ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

"Make we keep this professional then, yeah?" I nodded slowly, one hand in my pants pocket. "What?" Her brows creased. "I'll be your tutor and nothing else. Nuh need dis pan a personal level," I explained. Maybe it's for the best. And mi still a convince miself dat cause it still hurt me. Mi vex wid her... Wicked too. Cause she fuck up. She licked her lips and looked down at the desk before saying, "...but that isn't what I want. I have agreed to give you time." Time. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. "Yuh nuh get fi choose that still eno. This is what I want and those are my boundaries. Respect them or find someone else fi tutor yuh, simple." I sighed, scratching my head. Mi just nuh wah di drama and foolishness. Or the back and forth. Cya dweet right now... Or at all. "You...changed," She said, looking at me. "Would'a seh di same bout you too... But change nuh too faze me still..." I shrugged my shoulders. // Liam was once a bright, joyful child until something shattered his world at just nine years old. Whatever happened that year left scars too deep to see, turning smiles into silence and laughter into rage. By fifteen, he was behind bars. Now eighteen, he's out with one last shot: six months to finish high school and finally leave his past behind. He's focused. Detached. Determined to stay invisible - no fights, no friends, no drama. Then he sees her. Kazierah. His childhood crush. His first kiss. The girl he never forgot. ...the one he never stopped loving even when he wanted to. She's changed too. She had more friends and she was more social than he remembered. They never dated, never made it official, but the connection between them always ran deep... too deep to ignore now. And as old feelings resurface, so do old questions - about the past, about that day he was taken away, and about why their paths are crossing again now, after everything. Some stories never really end. They wait. And this one is just beginning.

"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?

They moved to Jamaica at fourteen-two strangers, running from two very different hells. Strangers to each other, yet bounded by timing and fate. Kali fled a toxic home in Puerto Rico. One that look picture perfect on the outside. Adonis, a legacy in the making, wanted no part of his father's world. One photo changed everything. Adonis was hooked-until lies turned infatuation into deep-rooted hate. She never even knew his name. Years later, their paths collide during a heated altercation at a supermarket. Sparks fly-but not the good kind. Soon after, Kali transfers to Adonis's school and unknowingly steps into his friend group, setting the stage for a collision course neither of them can escape. Every glare. Every tense silence. Every accidental touch. It all builds into a dangerous chemistry neither of them is ready for. In a world where trust is fragile and love feels like war, Adonis and Kali must decide: will they destroy each other-or become each other's greatest salvation? Follow for more😉😉

"Ye mon. Not even air itself cah come between we. Memba dat." ********************* Karissa Kizeah Thomas' life changed at the age of 16 years old when her grandmother passed away from cancer, leaving her to fend for herself. She pursued a career as a stripper to make ends meet but faced difficulties due to unfair treatment at the club and not making enough money. She then meets Kairon Javel McNabb, a 26-year-old self-made billionaire who owns multiple car dealerships. What are dramas that may arise between the two due to their vastly different backgrounds, with Karissa being a stripper and Kairon being a wealthy businessman?💸🤸🏽‍♀️ Find out more in Dangerously Attached. •Contains mature language / sexual content• 🎖️HIGHEST RANKING: #3 in Attached #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaican #1 in Jamaican Writer #2 in New Author #1 in Patois (Please note that this is the first book i've written and published on wattpad so if you have any feedback, please leave positive ones in the comment sections provided.)

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄 𝐱 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒 ............ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐮𝐚́𝐧𝐟𝐞̀𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. [UNEDITED]

"How the fuck dis happen and mi have so much ahead a mi!" 𝘠𝘶𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘶𝘩 𝘵𝘦𝘬 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘢𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘮 𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘦? 𝘔𝘦 𝘈𝘻𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦 at 19 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥?? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘪 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦! 🏅 #𝟐 (#𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟐𝟏/𝟐𝟓 🏅#𝟒 (#𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫) - 𝟓/𝟏𝟓/𝟐𝟓

𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞. highest ranking #3 in new writer #20 in the Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

A JAMAICAN DYSTOPIAN ROMANCE: It's the year 2301 in Jamaica. Yeah you read that right. But what happens when all the roles have switched? When women are the leaders? When the standard of beauty is onyx dark skin and kinky hair? When that same standard determines your societal class? When tiny technological assistants can speak and feel what you feel? Or when the daughter of the High Command Ruler finds herself more than in love with the leader of 'the resistance'? Wish me coulda tell yuh lol, but yahfi just read it.