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?

Melia, a introverted pre-med student who is struggling to cope with her mother's death and the fact that her father quickly remarried. Feeling replaced and neglected, Melia struggles to connect with her distant father who put's his wife and stepchildren first. Damion, the football star, who's hiding his own scars- he is struggling to cope with his parents' bitter divorce and his father's newfound absence. When Melia is blackmailed into tutoring Damon, they form an unlikely bond over their shared pain. As they work together, they find solace in each other's company and begin to confront their dark pasts. Despite their differences, they develop a forbidden attraction that leads to a dark and passionate romance that threatens to consume them both. Melia finds herself drawn to his dangerous edge, even as she fears the consequences of loving him. Meanwhile, Damion must confront his demons and prove to Melia that he's more than just a bad boy reputation. Will they find a way to heal each other's wounds, or will their love become another casualty of their troubled lives?

Honey, a 19-year-old survivor of unimaginable abuse, escapes her Palm Beach household with stolen cash from her father, seeking refuge in her ancestral homeland, Jamaica. Though free, the emotional wounds she carries run deep. In Jamaica, Honey's path collides with Zavire, aka 'Silas' or 'Trigga', a powerful figure with a legacy of underground businesses. Drawn to his enigmatic world, Honey becomes entangled in his operations. Silas, captivated by Honey's innocence, is torn between his desire to corrupt and protect her. As they navigate their combustible attraction, secrets and lies threaten to destroy their bond. Will Honey and Silas overcome their troubled pasts and forge a future together, or will their secrets tear them apart? Redo and remove the tattoo

"Mi cah fuck uh Riri," he said while pulling away from our heated kiss. Why? Was it because we're bestfriends? "Why not?" I breathed out heavily as he cupped my cheeks and rested his forehead on mine. He didn't answer me. "Gio?" I whispered his name. He pulled away and released me from his hold. "Yah virgin and mi wid fuck uh kill uh," he said darkly. Chills ran down my spine as he stared down at me.

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

Love. Loyalty. Sex. Family. Friends. Business. Drugs. Crime and Violence. Underworld. War. Gang. Jamaica.

"I could kill you," he grins holding the gun to my temple. "I wouldn't be scared," I reminded him. He trails the gun under my chin lifting it, allowing me to look him in the eyes. "No one would know you were murdered by me," he continues making me smile. "I think I might have a gun kink;" I tell him while holding eye contact. "Fuck," he mutters as he smashes his lip onto mine, •••• The crimson colour pools beneath me as I let him twist the dagger that had been living in my heart since the day we had met. Sometimes we settle for the love we think we deserve only because are parents didn't portray it better therefore we think the bare minimum is over the top. ••••

Naomi's a newly divorced, single mother, who's dedicated to herself and, the wellbeing of her daughter. It took only one interaction to change her mind on pursuing another love interest, but with having an intrusive ex-husband/ baby father, her life's about to become a roller coaster. He guarantees her soft-love and in return, She brings him peace. Will it be enough to withhold the hurdles life is about to throw at them? "I'm focused on only my baby and myself, I don't think I'm re...". As he stood there, waiting for me to continue, I somehow can't. Because truth be told, I'm willing to break all my rules and remove my imaginary walls just to let him in. With a sigh, I say "okay, let's see what life has in store for us".

What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!