NOT YOUR AVERAGE LOVE STORY Loving her, is a blessing and a curse. A love entrenching itself in one's core, ablazing a heart, until it becomes a single cinder. I'm her. I'm Dae'ja-not danger. A 22 year old, medical student, specializing in General & Cosmetic Dentistry who meddles in a lot of things, I didn't think love would be one of them, until... I met HIM. One night. One meeting. One heated stare down. And the next thing I know, is that l'm living every girl's dream-well at least, every girl I know. *** This book is a Jamaican Romance/Fanfiction❤️‍???????????? it'll contain mature scenes, violence, love & heart aches. Enjoy.???? Ranking????

There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean

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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞,𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐲. -𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐳 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- June 18, 2024 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- June 23, 2024 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝- @𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ✰

"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.