"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.

"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.

Asia-Naye here, I was the best in the game-slick, untouchable, and raking in cash from sweet-talking rich men over the phone and when it calls for, in person. Then one slip-up put me on the FBI's radar. Now I have a problem: work with them or kiss my freedom goodbye. Their terms? Pretend that I'm engaged to their top agent, Special Agent Kuran Minks, while he tries to protect me, I try to keep myself out of trouble. But by the looks of it, I bet he'll write me letters when I'm in prison. (From Minks, With Love) written by Dainiel Douglas/Prezii/Theebookgirly

Italia Reimagined Trapped in a toxic marriage, Italia finds unexpected love and healing in the arms of Dyani-a man who shows her what real protection feels like. But as passion and danger collide, she must fight for her future, her daughter, and the freedom to start over. Set in Montego Bay, this is a gripping tale of survival, love, and second chances.

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.

She had her life in order, A nurse🩺 with a purpose, And a new beginning. But all it took was one night... One reckless decision... ...to change everything. She's now in debt with the Fierce. And with this debt came Addiction. Obsession. Risk. Will they choose each other in the end, or let the weight of it all tear them apart?

Where we wonder if it's love blooming, or hate. Azarié, who lacks the knowledge of what it is to love a woman correctly, unintentionally hurts Amiya in ways more than he ever wanted to. Amiya, meanwhile, is facing unexpected challenges in life. Though she's found comfort in Azarié, happiness still seems just out of reach for her, even for a fleeting moment.

Amoya's life was a tangled web of secrets and lies, courtesy of her boyfriend Jaheeil's hidden agenda. But when she stumbled upon Kimani, a mysterious bad boy with a reputation for being untamed, her world was turned upside down. As she found herself irresistibly drawn to Kimani's raw charm. Amoya couldn't help but to wonder: will she risk everything for a love that's real, or remain trapped in a relationship built on deception? 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ 𐙚˚ "Of course I'm going to leave him. I've outgrown these type of lowlife relationships at this point. He raised the bar for me now he doesn't fit my criteria. Period!" ~Amoya "I couldn't apologize for being upset with him. I'll just come around and he has to accept that. Afterall I'm just a girl." ~ Amoya ______________________________________________ My gaze roamed over her, eyes lingering on her hand, still resting on her skin. "I was," I said, my voice dripping with amusement. "But it seems as if I'm not the only one who's wide awake tonight." Amoya's flush deepened as she realized she'd been caught. She snatched her hand away, trying to play it cool. "I was just...um...scratching an itch." "Save yuh lie dem yer. Me see exactly wah uh did a do." ~ Kimani 🏅: #1 jamaicannovel #1 jamaicanwriter #1 tavern #1 newauthor

What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!