They moved to Jamaica at fourteen-two strangers, running from two very different hells. Strangers to each other, yet bounded by timing and fate. Kali fled a toxic home in Puerto Rico. One that look picture perfect on the outside. Adonis, a legacy in the making, wanted no part of his father's world. One photo changed everything. Adonis was hooked-until lies turned infatuation into deep-rooted hate. She never even knew his name. Years later, their paths collide during a heated altercation at a supermarket. Sparks fly-but not the good kind. Soon after, Kali transfers to Adonis's school and unknowingly steps into his friend group, setting the stage for a collision course neither of them can escape. Every glare. Every tense silence. Every accidental touch. It all builds into a dangerous chemistry neither of them is ready for. In a world where trust is fragile and love feels like war, Adonis and Kali must decide: will they destroy each other-or become each other's greatest salvation? Follow for more😉😉

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

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 #1 in Jamaica

Peer pressure is the leading cause of depression and insecurities. For Minnie, she gets associated with a man from a wealthy background. Changes are made and she soon finds out why he was spending so much on her. Sabastian has never been with a black woman before and seeks knowledge elsewhere about how they are. That women of color are high maintenance, not realizing that he's only pushing her away. For his actions made her feel insecure about making her into someone she's not. Depression involving her life is changing big time, and the only way to go is to leave. For there's more to a black woman than luxury. What she wants is a natural aspect of life. Nothing fancy. No fame.

22 year old Nivea Lee has had a rather uneventful life. With her best friend and sister being her only two friends, there was really no hopes of a social or love life. That was until she decided to venture to a party, where she met an intriguing man...Azriel Smith. Join these characters on their dramatic ride in finding love.

I squeezed my way through the abundant number of people, trying to get to the exit. I bumped into a lot of shoulders, until I found an opening. As soon as the door was in my sight, I heard Jessie calling out my name. Her voice grabbed my attention, and I briskly turned around. I knocked right into a tall figure, causing me to lose my balance and fall. All the people dancing blocked my vision so I couldn't grab onto anything to prevent myself from falling. My arms met the hardwood floor as I tried to catch myself, sending a shock of pain through my arms. "Forgive me ma'am." Someone said while extending an arm down to me. "It's fine. No harm was-" ✰ Status: FInished NOTE*** This story contains mental illness and suicidal themes. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION! ***and mild cussing My grammar probably sucks I researched thoroughly on bpd to portray Damien's character correctly but I'm sorry if it's not accurate. I in no way meant for the portrayal of someone with a borderline personality disorder to be represented wrong or only seen from stereotypes. ★ Best Rankings ★ Assault- #1 Borderlinepersonalitydisorder- #1 Bpd- #8 Captive- #44 Selfharmawareness- #55 Darklove- #57 Mentalillness- #81 Copyright © 2020

"Mami, it's not that I don't care deeply for you, but my life is fraught with danger. If I were to have a wife, I'd be putting you in harm's way. I've made a promise to myself that if anything were to happen to you because of me, I'd unleash hell on earth. I couldn't live with myself if I put you in danger." • • • HER: Not only did I find myself with an artist but also with the most feared don of Jamaica. Not only did he change my life for the worse, he changed it for the better. Even after everything, though our journey was rough, I would still choose him over any and everything. But sadly, not everyone gets their happily ever after. • • • HIM: Love? Been there, done that, got heartbroken not once, but thrice. The only difference is the last one was hit harder. I have kept away from that feelings for sometime, but then she came into my life and the next thing I knew, I fell, lick mi chip in love. She made a gangster a lover man, a romantic gangster is what she calls it. She became the reason why I wanted to live. I was her romantic gangster, she was my everything. But sadly, life is expect the unexpected. BOTH: Our paths collided, sparks flew in distain, yet love flamed bloomed. Though time a thief, betrayed and stole our moment, fate and destiny vows our stars will align. What will become of their relationship when they find out about each other's identity? Will it affect their new found relationship or is there more than meets the eye? Read to find out!!! © All rights Reserved

"A wahm to deh bumboclaat bwoy yah man me seh fi let me guh!" I shouted at him. He stood there looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Chawgi me seh me want yuh and a yasso yah tan...tap eh bumboclaat noise a me fucking head nuh melia!" He spoke in an irritated tone. "A who yuh feel like yah chat to suh dranko? I ask, growing more and more furious seeing that he was not going to let me out. ~ NB: THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE LIVES OF THE CHARACTERS NAMES THAT I'VE USED!!!