"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🤍'!

She's hope. He's chaos.She's light. He's darkness. But when their worlds collide, the line between right and wrong begins to blur. ***** From two different worlds, with different beliefs and opposite hearts, Aurora and Romelo are destined to clash.She believes in faith, patience, and destiny.He believes in power, control, and taking what he wants. ****** But when fate pulls them together, love become their greatest risk.When love finds them, it doesn't bring peace - it brings chaos. Will their love be the breaking of daylight... or the falling of midnight? ******** (Read to find out)

Sequel to Krossing Carter The war is over and the Kross family stands triumphant, but at what cost? ...The sound of heavy raindrops creates a soft rhythm against Khasani's umbrella. The summer air is warm despite the rain and a gentle breeze slips through every now and then. A week never passes without him coming to the cemetery to replace the chrysanthemums at the headstone, sometimes one color, sometimes two mixed together. This is the only place he gets to think clearly. Outside this cemetery's gates are problems he's not ready to face. The days of high school are over, his second year of university starts in three weeks and everything feels the same...except it's not. As he crouches in front of the headstone and run his fingers over the carved name, he still couldn't believe it's been a year. It doesn't feel real. "Bro, a almost 4:30" Killian calls, pulling him out of his thoughts and he rises. He takes one last look at the name on the headstone, forces a small smile and walks over to him... The story isn't over yet. Some would even say it's just beginning and this time will be one for the books. Buckle up...now that the bloodlines have been crossed, it's time to see chaos awaits.

"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 #1 in Jamaica

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 Newwriter 1st in Niceness 1st in Caribbeanwriter 1st in Subtle 2nd in Don 4th in Jamaicanauthor 11th in Badman 2nd in Deceit 5th in gunsnroses

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.