BAD GYAL TALIBAN
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I finally stopped to catch my breath when I figured I covered enough ground for the time being , it got dark really fast 'me sure couple Macka ina me foot bottom'. At that same time I saw a car coming and I ran right out there "if a dirt a dirt" I said to no one in particular. I am lucky that he had sharp brakes because he stopped and immediately came out of the car " Ayy gyal ya madwoman, why u choose fi kill yourself when yuh see my car" I walked to the car and shouted "sorry sir please help me duh".
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I'm Zara Williams and I know what you're thinking...but no, I'm not Zara Larsson. I'm a regular degular twenty one year old girl that practically have everything figured out in my life already...but there's this one person that I just can't figure out no matter how hard I try. Nickoi Jacobs. Whew, speaking of the devil. He has mastered the craft of being bad and he's so good at it, dangerous even. He's all about gangs, exotic cars, exotic house and exotic lifestyle and I'm the total opposite of that. What puzzles me though are the butterflies that I get when he's around me and that look-oh, that look that he gives me makes me so vulnerable to him and it puzzles me-he puzzles me because how could I possibly fall for him, when he's not my type? Get ready for this drama guys and yes it's a Jamaican Novel. Enjoy! Ranking🥇 #1 in Jamaica #1 in Jamaican #1 in Kingston #1 in Patois #1 in Caribbean #1 in Judgmental #1 in Jamaicanwriter #1 in youngwritersprize #1 in thug #1 in newwriter #1in badman
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