"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🤍'!

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As a little girl growing up in the small rural community of Shadow Grove, I used to always hear my mother say, "Wat sweet nanny goat, ago run him belly!" I never truly understood the meaning of that phrase...until now. Little did I know that a man would be the poison to my Nanny goat. Everything about him told my intuition he was a trap, yet I walked right in and let the door swing shut. --------------- DISCLAIMER : This book contains MATURE content. Acts of violence. Homophobic POV and homophobic slurs. Read at your OWN risk. ---------------- Book 1: Ruin: A Sweet Jamaican Tale Highest Ranking : #1: Caribbean #1: Thuglovestory #1: Jamaican #1: Dreadlocks #1: Urbanfic #1: Patois #2: Gunman #1: Badman #3: Arrogantman

This story is told from two perspectives. From someone who longed for all life had to offer, Kalíanna, who had the ideal life that many would kill for or many worked so hard for. This young girl who lead what society deemed as a privileged life, who "had it all"...but a what cost? Her happiness. Javier was from a struggling background, he worked his way to the top. All his life he sought material things, thinking it heal the scars from his past. What will happen when he finds out all the wealth he has acquired won't heal his broken soul? The two are childhood friends who venture on different paths but have a similar struggle. Will the change in their friendship be for the better or the worse?

What begins as a beautiful mistake unravels into a journey full of unexpected twists: broken promises, love triangles, hidden truths, and sacrifices that test the limits of loyalty. As their lives spiral in different directions, fate keeps finding ways to intertwine them-until they must decide if their love is worth risking everything. Despite the chaos, the lies, and the heartbreak, one thing remains constant: their hearts always find their way back. Because in the end, no matter how many wrong turns they take... love always wins.

Harlem nights never sleep-and neither do secrets. When Nevaeh Jordan walks into Rhodes Ink & Fade on a drunken whim, she doesn't expect the quiet, tattooed artist in the back to leave a permanent mark on more than just her skin. Malachi Rhodes is the kind of man who keeps his past buried beneath ink and silence... until her smile starts digging things up. She's the judge's daughter. He's the man that judge once sentenced. And neither of them knows the truth-yet. Some roads lead to healing. Other roads lead to her.

I was so out of it that I didn't even notice when the stoplight switched from yellow to red. Struggling to act on my fight or flight, I have no choice but to run straight into the car in front of me. Oh fuck. Just one of those fucking days... Thankfully, the impact isn't fatal, but it's far from pretty. I exit my vehicle, ensuring to put my car in park before hopping out, the person from the car in front jumps out at the same time. A tall man begins to storm towards me, his brows furrowed as he takes long strides in my direction. Boy look cute and neat eesi... Why did we have to meet like this? "A buy yuh buy yuh license?" he screams at me with rage. Well, that's not nice. Tek back everything me just seh. "It was clearly an accident, mi did distracted" I tell him, trying to defend myself. Mi shame. The road is active around us, drivers are blowing their horns or peeping their heads through their windows to take in the scene. "Distracted? Aye lady, a who teach yuh fi drive?" he asks, a humorous yet frustrated smirk on his lips. Clearly a blind man.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴄᴋʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʀᴜᴍᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ?

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

"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.