𝙄𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮. 𝙁𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙨 𝙆𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙚 𝙏𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙙 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙠 #1 𝒊𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒏 #2 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 #7 𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜

Only Love Can...Hurt Like This 💔

"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🤍'!

"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.

Holding my gun to his head, I hold my composure, watching him keenly with a smirk on my face. Hi, I'm Za'Riyah Noel Malcom and no, I'm not a little innocent girl that moved to the city or is building a life. I've got it all. I'm 23 year old Mafia Princess. My family has the second biggest Mafia in Jamaica...who has the first? Quamir Washington and his family. When my father got sick, since I'm an only child, I was trained to get rid of Quamir and the Washington's since the wanted to rid my family first. But when that day arrived, with my gun at his head, my army behind me, I just couldn't...something in me couldn't end him...it wouldn't let me. Instead of anger, and rage, and envy, it was...lust and butterflies. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬🏆. #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 #𝟏𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞

Romira Astor, a 20-year-old recent graduate of Sam Sharpe Teachers' College, starts her first job as a teacher. She meets Kassa Cenant, a single parent when he enrolls his child in the school where she teaches. As they interact more, Romira and Kassa develop a strong connection. As their relationship deepens, Romira discovers a mysterious photograph that hints at a possible familial connection between her and Kassa. Determined to uncover the truth, they begin investigating their family histories. This revelation throws their relationship into turmoil, forcing them to confront the possibility that their love might be taboo. Romira and Kassa must navigate their feelings amidst the uncertainty. 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬🏆. #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐚 #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞

This story is about two friends that gain feelings for each other and couldn't fight it , however they're going to take on a love path and learn more about each other in their journey. Will they make it through?

𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐈'𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐄 𝐱 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒 ............ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟐 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐘𝐮𝐚́𝐧𝐟𝐞̀𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. [𝑨𝒏 𝑨𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆]

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?