𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮 101: 𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞: Destroy Tashot. Destroy the mother. Destroy the daughter. In a department where officers are trained to uphold the law - Marlon finds himself breaking it for one woman who could ruin everything.

When Hurricane Melissa barrels toward Jamaica, Taheyra Morgan has one thing on her mind-get through another exhausting shift and make it home before the sky breaks open. But a chance encounter with a stranger at closing time flips her world sideways. Khairo St. James doesn't do chaos. He's a man of control, precision, and silence-until a soft-spoken cashier with a stubborn streak and a dangerous commute refuses to listen when he tells her to stay put. When the first winds hit, so does the reality that she's not making it home. One offer turns into one night. One night turns into a week. Now, trapped together in his home of steel and glass, Taheyra and Khairo are forced to confront more than the storm outside-the heat between them, the walls they've built, and the truths they've both been running from. In the eye of the hurricane, nothing stays standing. Not even hearts. This is what it means to fall under the weather.

Seventeen-year-old Romario Barnes is a rising football star at Excelsior High School. With natural talent, street credibility, and a growing reputation as a ladies' man, everyone expects him to either make it big-or end up like the rest of his family caught in the streets of Kingston. Torn between the world he comes from and the future he dreams of, Romario is offered a life-changing opportunity when a top-tier coach sees his potential. But old habits, temptations, and unresolved pain threaten to derail everything. Then he meets Shovanna Brown-quiet, grounded, and unlike any girl he's ever known. She sees the real him, not just the footballer or the bad boy in training. With her, he begins to question who he is and who he wants to be. Can Romario rise above the chaos, or will he throw away his shot before the final whistle blows? A powerful coming-of-age story about love, loyalty, and chasing your dreams, set against the backdrop of inner-city Jamaica.

Description Jayla has spent years walking on eggshells in a relationship that looks perfect from the outside but feels like a prison behind closed doors. Trapped between obligation to her family and the control of a man who pays their bills, her dreams of freedom and love have faded into background noise. When her childhood crush, Shaq now a rising music producer returns to Jamaica, he awakens the part of her that still believes in more. With every beat he makes and every truth he speaks, Jayla finds herself remembering who she used to be before the fear, before the silence, before the bruises no one sees. But leaving isn't simple. Martin won't let her go easily. And the past has a way of showing up, especially when love starts looking real. Torn between survival and self-worth, loyalty and liberation, Jayla must decide: Will she keep living someone else's version of love or finally risk everything for her own? First love, last escape is a raw, emotional tale of healing, passion, and the power of reclaiming your voice when the world tells you to stay quiet.

Raised in the church with both her parents as pastors Bria Tomlinson is your ordinary soft and sweet church girl . She focuses on her books, adheres to her parents rules and guidelines and excels in whatever she chooses to do . She isn't interested in partying, dating or any form of slackness as her parents calls it and is determined to make something of herself and make her parents proud but, temptation can be hard to handle especially if it's looking you in the eyes every Sunday morning. Sick and beyond any form of redemption Caius Romanov decides to attend church one Sunday morning. They say when life throws you lemons you make lemonade right? From the moment he laid his eyes on her , Caius is determined to break her , to strip away her innocent outer layers and reveals what lies beneath and he always gets what he wants no matter the cost. The mind of a dark and utterly twisted psychopath, and a girl who believes she can resist temptation, comes together in a steamy heated and utterly dangerous dark romance that will leave you reconsidering how far is too far when it comes to obsession?

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.

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝.

"Sir why are you always so interested in what I'm doing...Dont you have other students to tend to?" Wynter asked as she clinged to the books in her hands, Mr. Raines chuckled as his eyes scanned his favorite student. It was never his plan to fall for her. In fact he had no intention of falling for any woman anytime soon; due to him having his fair share of them all. In other words he didn't want anything that he would have to commit to, right now that is... Somehow as soon as Wynter stepped into his classroom she changed his mind by just a simple gesture. How could I fold so easily? he thought... "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." He thinks out loud with a smirk on his face. Wynter furrows her brows in confusion as she listens to the words that sound like a foreign language to her ears. She tilts her head looking at him, thats when he chuckles, and says, " Find out what that means by the next class, then yuh nah guh be suh confused." For awhile she was silent, as her eyes scanned him, then she replied, "Yes Mr Raines." ---------------------- A Jamaican love tale about a lecturer falling for his student... Read to find out how it will all unfold. 🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲🇯🇲 ♡︎ The gifted collection ♡︎

"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.