"Being with a God-fearing man who prays over you is beautiful... but when that same man got you calling on the Lord for a whole different reason in bed? That's a different kind of spiritual experience..." - Amerei

"Babes if mi tell yuh half the things mi guh through, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

"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.

A Don with no concept of what love entails stubbles upon a Nurse who sets his heart straight.

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

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?

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

After a hard life and the early loss of her mother, Diamond Williams has finally graduated! But one fated night, after a celebration with friends, she returns home to find her father surrounded by gunmen dressed in black, and them beating her father to a pulp. "Daddy a weh yuh do??!!!!!" I exclaimed with tears dropping from my eyes. "Don, jus gimme some time and me will gather the money." father spoke, sounding out of breath. "No. Yuh have the choice between giving me the money right now in full cash, or me kill you and yuh daughta." "Or.." he said with a smirk as he kneeled down next to me. "As me say, you gimme her and I forget the money and everything else."

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?

"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.