(18+) "When you cry I'll kiss away your tears and if you wake up with nightmares I'll fuck them all away." Nimfa has studied every inch of the human heart, failing hearts is what she knows best. She thought she knew everything she possibly needed to know until she was kidnapped by the Irish mob, Laurie Fraser isn...
I have had my fair share of love, not the type you see in cartoons and movies instead being used, abused and manipulated just because I stood up for my basic human rights. How one could loose every bit of sense they had when infatuated with an individual is beyond me. It is described like the feeling of floating in t...
The exciting journey of Dwayne and Chanize, the perfect working-class "inner city" girl who fell in love with a Jamaican Don. But is the heart of a Jamaican Don capable of loving? (IT FULLA MISTAKE... SOON EDIT IT!!) This is a fictional story with fictional characters, I am justing living in my own lil head, so police...
My life changed when I met him. How did we get here??? Is this my story to tell or his? All I know this is where it gets complicated he is not a bad person nor a good person. Who is he?
{A JAMAICAN NOVEL} "Him is no good fa yuh Samantha. Yuh hear what ah seh?", is what my mother once said. Raised me, she did. Loved me, she did. Warned me.....she did. But If only she could see me now. ☆ "I could never be the one fa you Sam. But yuh mean more to me than anyone ever could. And that is what me always ag...
Moving to the innercity of Jamaica is not something that any "country" girl is prepared for. Especially this feisty introvert. She had always been digusted by the "cruffs" who call themselves "badman". Hell, she's disgusted by men in general! "Nuh mix with dutty bungle", we always hear.... but I think we all know this...
My parents had always been my rock, but for me, I wanted to experience life more. have my own independence, freedom to do what I wanted because of my capabilities and the determined person that I am. But, boy was I wrong. I grew up in the church, never missed a Sunday, never missed a convention, never missed a youth s...
As a little girl growing up in the small rural community of Shadow Grove, I used to always hear my mother say, "Wat sweet nanny goat, ago run him belly!" I never truly understood the meaning of that phrase...until now. Little did I know that a man would be the poison to my Nanny goat. Everything about him told my intu...
