"BROKEN,BUT NEVER BEYOND HEALING"

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

What is wrong with him? I hate that he stares. I hate the feeling it gives me. It's unsettling... Blood rushes to my face... my head... It's... nauseating. And inconvenient. If he would just stop staring, I could get on with my life and my time here. So what if we've met before? He can continue to ignore me as he has been. I can do the same with no problem. None at all. I just... I want him to look away. I need him to. So I can breathe.

Here in the army lies a light skinned menace. The cheater who always has another girl, "as one born, a next one born." Men in uniform is a wicked piece of crap, they said. But Asia had to learn that the hard way, or did she?

She's falling for a man with blood on his hands, and doesn't even know it yet. "She taught literature. He lived war. Together, they wrote something neither expected: hope." His life filled with Danger, Mystery, Bussines, Cover ups and Rowan... Did love blossom in the most unexpected places? When they meet, something softens. But softness is dangerous in a world like his. This is not a promise of a happy ending. It is a story of wounds, of war, of trying to love through wreckage. And maybe, just maybe finding peace, even if it comes alone.. Like moth to a flame.. 18+ Highest Rankings 1st in Niceness 1st in Newwriter 1st in Caribbeanwriter 4th in Jamaicanauthor 11th in Badman 2nd in Deceitful

ʜᴀᴛʀᴇᴅ (ʜᴀ·​ᴛʀᴇᴅ) 𝖤𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍; 𝖨𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅: 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. A mutigenerational feud that always ends in bloodshed whenever the two family's cross paths. With over a century between the original betrayal and the present, will history repeat itself?

Two young, free spirits live by one rule: love is a losing game. They chase thrill, freedom, and everything life can give...just never each other. But when friendship turns into undeniable chemistry, the rules blur, and the very thing they've sworn off might be the only risk worth taking.

All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.

Tahje Love Walker is a 24-year-old cardiothoracic surgeon from the small community of Vanity Fair, Linstead. She grew up living a normal life with her parents and a sister close to her age. For most of her life, Tahje dreamed of becoming a lawyer, but everything changed when her mother was diagnosed with a serious heart condition. Determined to save people like her mother, Tahje shifted her focus and worked tirelessly, with the unwavering support of her parents, to achieve her new goal. Years passed, and now she is one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons at Kingston Public Hospital. Ashtrey Ja'ior Kestrel, a notorious 20-year-old contract killer, also grew up with a normal life. However, as the saying goes, friends can lead you astray, and that's exactly what happened to him. Known for his ruthless precision and multiple run-ins with the police, Ashtrey has somehow managed to avoid punishment time and time again. Whispers of corruption, police ties, and bloody payoffs follow him everywhere he goes. He is not someone who takes losing lightly, especially when it comes to what or who captures his attention. When Tahje and Ashtrey's worlds collide, secrets will unravel, loyalties will be tested, and their lives will change forever. Will they find a way to trust each other despite their differences, or will their collision lead to destruction for them both?

"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.