Vim Jamaica Avenue Novels & Stories

It was rare to see him like this. “Alright. Let’s go home.” Mr. Ramirez turned the key and drove the car calmly through the busy streets of New York. Once they arrived, Jasmine and Mr. Hawthorne exited the car and walked toward the apartment building. Their steps were steady and in sync as they took the elevator up to the penthouse floor. Once there, Jasmine immediately collapsed onto the sofa, while Mr. Hawthorne grabbed a can of soda before sitting beside her. Jasmine reached for the drink he’d opened for her and sipped it slowly.

suggested one of Jay's friends, matter-of-factly. "His house..." Jemma mumbled, her mind racing with thoughts and concern for Jay's sudden absence. The same evening… Jemma arrived at Jay's residence, an apartment situated on the tenth floor. She knocked on the door with hesitation, and after a moment, a servant opened it. "Hi, my name is Jemma. Does Jay live here?" Jemma asked politely. The servant, named Ben, scrutinized her from head to toe without saying a word. "I'm his junior from university," Jemma explained anxiously. "I wanted some tips about Masters, but he hasn't been at the university for a few days, so I had to come here."

A courtyard with live jazz, an after-hours gumbo bar, a space that celebrated family and flavor and home. His father would’ve called it “impossible.” Marcus called it alive. That afternoon, Ava drove to St. James Creole to drop off paperwork for Rory, pretending she wasn’t hoping for a text from Marcus. Ruth was behind the counter, rearranging jars of preserves. “So,” she said without looking up, “how was dinner?” Ava smiled. “Lovely.” “Lovely’s a word people use when they don’t want to say dangerous.” “Maybe it was both.”

Jamaica just replied nonchalantly. It's as if she didn't hear him and quickly turned her back on him and walked back to the elevator. It was the first time the two have met, but Simon didn't mind acting like a child in front of Jamaica, for he felt really bad for himself and Sebastian for what had just happened. But like how Jamaica ignored him a few seconds ago, she totally didn't bother giving him a second glance the moment they all stepped inside the elevator way up to Sandra's office on the top floor of the building, which made him somewhat hurt and pissed at the same time.

“I live near Jardim Morada, you can drop me off at the main one. “She wasn't going to give out the address of her aunt's apartment, because she didn't want to risk any problems. Jardim Morada? Jackson didn't know this neighborhood, and as it was an ordinary housing estate, it was unlikely that he would. However, it was the least of his worries and he simply wanted to send her back. The rest of the journey continued in silence, and although some people might find the silence suffocating, Victoria found it perfect not to have to speak. About 20 minutes later, the car stopped at Jardim Morada, and just as Victoria was about to get out of the car and say goodbye, Jayric called her, informing her

Chapter 72 Jamica. The room fell silent with everyone’s gaze fixed on me. I wanted to know what my offense was so badly but I refrained from speaking, patiently waiting for Maverick to begin. “Jamica,” he finally began, his voice calm and measured in a sharp contrast to the coldness I could see in his eyes. “We’ve come a long a way. I’ve always admired your bravery, dedication and loyalty.” A short silence ensued. Time seem to pass slowly as I waited for him to continue his speech.

I jolted out of my thought as Jamaima parked in front of a gigantic building, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets while trying to take in the beauty in front of me. "This sure is heaven" I exclaimed as I stepped out of the car. Jamaima smiled as she watched me touch the carefully designed flowers in the compound. "You like it?" She asked with a wide smile on her face. "I love it, this place is just like a completely different world, this is paradise" I exclaimed as I heard her friend hissed before walking out on us. "Don't mind her, she is just suffering from heartbreak" Jamaima assured as I nodded while wondering why a comfortable young lady like her could be heartbroken.

Repulsive. Jacob was going to mock me mercilessly for this later. I could practically hear him joking how I was one step away from pleasuring the Alpha myself after that handshake and I shot him a raised eyebrow of horror, just between us. “Well lads, to cut to the chase, I’ve made some more investments, I’ve bought the ground floor entertainment space down at the Jasmine Quartet, it’s about ten blocks from here, bang in the centre, as classy as you can get...”

I scoffed at my foolishness while stepping out of the car. Jamal is a young billionaire, who has his life figured out, I will only be baggage to him. We both walked into Barrister Micheal’s office, “Thank goodness you are finally here Miss Avery. Have your seat comfortably, You are welcome, Mr. Jamal.” he said reaching for a file on his desk.

I closed my eyes hard, repelling any and every memory of those eyes that were as dark as the richest coffee in the world. Yet, no matter how hard I try, they keep inviting themselves to the front of my mind. I keep biting the dried skin off my bottom lip, anxiously. I need to get this job. And having Damian at the front of my mind is killing me slowly. It's diverting all of my focus from the notebook in my lap and the data about 'Wiz Publishing'. It was settled in the Jamaica neighborhood of Queens. Half an hour away from my sister's building. Two streets away from the family home, where my parents still lived.