"you must've wanted something different..." Passionaè Wright never fit in no matter where she went. Being the weird girl growing up in Chicago was like asking to be picked on and pushed to be an outcast apparently. Now in college she managed to make a friend group who doesn't care about her being "weird". Going into her Junior year her friends force her to attend her first party. Everything was going great until it wasn't. When the party gets shot up and she gets separated from her friends what happens when the guy that watched her the whole party is the one who was shooting and the one that protected her from a bullet with no name. Jediah "Menace" Okaye ran the streets since he could hop off the porch on his own. He never played about his respect, loyalty, or money. You fuck with either of those things you'll have the pleasure of meeting menace. After a long standing feud with a nigga named Jodi, his opps decides to pop someone close to him. In order to send a message he crashes a party his people are throwing. Sneaking in undetected was easy. Not caring about casualties was even easy until he laid eyes on her. Now he must decide between keeping her safe and the original play. Between the streets, jealousy, and bitter ex's will he be able to fully love a girl like me?

Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️

Janeisha "Neisha" Bambi has always survived by keeping a low profile. She don't get caught up in the kind of business that comes with bodies, secrets, and street names that echo. But all it takes is one night-one favor for her best friend-to slide her straight into the orbit of Seven "Saint" Carter. Saint is discipline wrapped in menace. A man the streets don't just respect,they fear. The type Neisha promised herself she'd never look at twice. He doesn't chase, beg, or explain. Yet somehow, he does all of this for her. And when that calm, unreadable gaze settles on Neisha, her careful world starts to crack. Now Saint's patience is running out, Neisha's defenses are falling apart and the pull between them is starting to feel less like a choice and more like fate. He's trying to shield her from the life he lives. She's trying to decide if loving him is salvation or self-destruction.

Life is filled with detours and dead ends, trials and challenges of every kind. Each of us has likely had times when distress, anguish and despair almost consumed us. - Russell M. Nelson

"Fuck Bambi, you're so perfect." "Do you hate me?" I ask, he grazed my cheek, his eyes looking back into mine as he lowered his head, his lips grazing mine. "You could kill me and I'd still crawl back to you, dead or not." "I don't know what love is, but fuck, if what we have is love than I want nothing else but it." ---- Ashform Reform Institute isn't a school-it's a sentence. A prison disguised as a second chance, where every student has blood on their hands, a crime on their record, and a secret they'd kill to keep buried. Elavenna Vale doesn't belong here. At least, that's what she tells herself. But survival at Ashform means playing by its rules-stay quiet, don't ask questions, and never trust the wrong person. Especially not Rook Elias Vaughn. He's chaos in human form. A fighter with bruised knuckles, secrets none knows, and a secret life. He has his own reasons for being here, and Venna should stay far, far away. Unfortunately, that seems impossible when they have to share a dorm. But when students start vanishing, and the school's walls close in like a noose, she realizes something horrifying-the worst monsters aren't locked outside. They're already here. And if Venna isn't careful, she'll be next. ---- #1 - Reform School

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER BUT THEY CAN NEVER BE TOGTHER PIXIES FATHER IS THE DON OF JAMAICA INCLUDING SPANISH TOWN AND PABLO'S FATHER IS THE DON OF WESTMORELAND THE TWO TERRITORY HAS BEEN AT WAR WITH EACH OTHER FOR A VERY LONG TIME BUT OTHERS MIGHT THINK THEY'VE RECONCILE BECAUSE MEN FROM SPANISH TOWN IS ALWAYS SPOTTED AT WESTMORELAND AND VICE VERSA WHEN THE TWO MET A SPARK WAS GASHED BETWEEN THEM BUT THEY HAVE TO HIDE IT FROM BOTH THEIR FAMILY WILL THEY EVER BE ABLE TO LOVE EACH OTHER OFFICIALLY OR WILL THEY HAVE TO DO WHAT'S BEST FOR THEIR FAMILIES WE'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖬𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖬𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁-𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾: "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇." 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾:

She was soft-spoken. A good girl with quiet eyes and a clean heart. He was the reason Kingston stayed awake at night. Loud. Ruthless. Blood on his name. When his enemies put a target on her back by mistake, he had no choice but to protect the quiet girl he never noticed before. Now she's moaning his name with a gun under the pillow... and hearing every whisper of sin in his world. But how do you run from a man who doesn't even know how to love without letting him destroy you first?

Two mad people..pt.2