plot:"Kant, a tattoo artist and police informant, is tasked with investigating a pair of assassin brothers. However, when his attempt to gather information by getting close to the younger brother, Bison, is blocked by the overprotective elder brother, Fadel, he has no choice but to find someone to take Fadel out of the picture. That's where Style, his handsome and reckless mechanic friend, comes into play. Now the two friends are putting their lives-and their hearts-on the line. Will this mission end with a kiss or a murder?" Started: 28/11/24 Finished: 28/11/24

REWRITTEN AS OF JULY 2022. (ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE) Carl Mendez is a teen from River Bridge high school. He is the son of a preacher and a high school principal. Both of his parents are Christians who live according to God's teachings. It's why they have raised their son according to the ways of the bible. Carl however has a secret, one that is considered a sacrilege by his faith and the only person who knows about his secret is, Gavin Mileford, his arch nemesis and bully. Gavin agrees to keep Carl's secret but at a price. One that will cost him everything including his heart. What happens when what is considered a sin by his faith ends up being the sweetest feeling that Carl has ever experienced in his life? **** "And where are you off to so fast, Carlito?" His mint laden breath scorched my face at his question. His face was a few inches from mine. If someone were to walk in now, they would think that we are about to make out which is obviously not the case because I would never. I repeat, never ever dream of kissing this monster. I'd rather chew my own foot! "It's none of your business, Gavin." I spat the words. "Oh, but your business is my business Carlito. Or did you forget?" He declared, his eyes holding mine hostage. His eyes were like an endless jungle, so green and deep. I wonder what it would be like to stare at them all night long. Stop thinking about such shit, Carl! "Gavin, I don't have time for this." I managed to form a sentence. It wasn't helping that he was so close to me. That I could feel every ab and muscle on his body pressed against me. "Then what do you have time for? Checking out my ass in the locker room? Or writing a whole poem about my dick. Tell me, do you have time for all that?" His questions prompted my eyes to bulge and the pace my heartbeats to escalate. The thumping of my heart was enough to shatter my ribcage to pieces. Shit. He knows. How the fuck did he know? This can't be happening. *****