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At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way.
Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes.
Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions.
Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?
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RearView | 🇯🇲
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.
ANGLE
Here Gutta Lies in 'Angle'... I hit someone and jerk back. "Shit," I gasp. It's him. I immediately don't feel bad. I just know he did this purposely. "A wahm to yuh bredda?" "Yuh cya drive?" he ask intimidatingly. I don't even shake. "Yuh nav yiy?" "Yuh nuh see a 21st century we inna?" he ask looking at the paper. "How that a affect yuh?" I kiss my teeth. "Man, see da gyal ya and lowe har yer?" I push off the trolley and feel him slap my ass with his big hand. I look down at his fingers sinking in my pants. Then up at him not pleased. "Me and the girl a fren so dis naggo work." "So who you fe tell me wah naggo work?" **************************************** A captivating tale of love and deception, centered around a complicated love triangle. The story revolves around Jaden also known as Gutta, a charismatic but troubled 'bad boy' who finds himself torn between his long-time girlfriend and her friend. As Gutta falls for his girlfriend's friend, he attempts to maintain both relationships by weaving a web of lies. However, the question remains: how long can he keep up this charade? When his girlfriend is seeking genuine love? And his newfound sweetheart is desiring more from him? Find out in "Angle." # 1 in Jam🥇 # 1 in gunman🥇
Love in the After
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.
Between Us
What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.
DO YOU REMEMBER? || unedited
The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.Concluída
My penpal from behind the GRILLS
All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.Concluída
That's On Psyche
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?Concluída
The House on Spur Tree Hill
"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.
Fighting Feelings
Part two- Cyber Wife Malayiah's life turned upside down when her parents separated after her dad's infidelity. Forced to leave the familiar behind, Malayiah and her mother moved to a parish, hoping to start fresh. The new house they moved into had an unexpected neighbor - the boy Malayiah met at his birthday party when they were kids. Coincidence would have it that Malayiah transferred to the same school as him. Complicating things further was the baggage Malayiah carried from her ex-boyfriend, who had exposed her in a painful way. Now, as young adults, Malayiah and Tyrese found themselves caught in a web of denied emotions. Both fought their growing feelings for each other, trying to resist the pull of attraction amidst the complications of their pasts. Will they surrender to the love story unfolding between them, or will they continue fighting the undeniable connection? "Fighting Feelings" is a tale of young love, past hurts, and the struggle to let go and trust again. ---
𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟑
"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.
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.
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