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Not a love story!!

This story is about a dancehall artiste by the name of bayka who is capturing attention with his talent. His life takes a unexpected shift as he meets Kyana, the sister of his friend. From their first encounter there as been a spark between the two.They both started to love and grow with each other, they eventually became each other's idols. Even tho they had ups and downs at the end they continued loving each other even more. Together they made dreams turn to reality a made a family of their own. THIS STORY IS PURE FICTION IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE REAL LIVES OF EACH CHARACTERS.

A teenage fiction see who lyssa ends up with..........kyori , shamar, aljay or kamani made by a beginner in writing me

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Three girls and three boys end up in a serious relationship with each other. The girls take a trip to Jamaica to finally meet the boys. In the story will be some friendships being broken because of jealousy, greed, and disloyalty.

Dejah has never been an outspoken person. Some see her as an introvert, and some see her as a nerd. Her timid nature makes her look weak, and her viridity makes her soft. Or is this all a facade to hide who she truly is? As the quote says, "Looks can be deceiving."

They say love is beautiful if it is unexpected and real but I am learning that even the unexpected love can be harmful to us..............

Aisia is feisty but a softy kind of girl, Cain is a no nonsense kind of man that gets what he wants at all cost. When their path crosses it causes both their lives like they once knew it to turn upside down. Will they weather each storm or will the storm wash them apart?

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she fought to keep her composure, her body trembling with the effort of stifling her sounds of pleasure. Dante's lips curved into a smirk as he felt her struggle, his control over the moment evident in every movement. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dante ended the call with a smooth and final tone. He placed the phone aside, his focus entirely back on Amara. His eyes locked with hers, filled with a possessive intensity that made her heart race. "Now, where were we?" he whispered, his voice a seductive promise. His hands resumed their exploration with renewed fervor, his touch a blend of dominance and tenderness that left Amara breathless.