Two enemies with a hatred that tastes like desire. What will happen? Read to find out!

Kylah Stone has one goal: excel in her career as a doctor without distractions. Focused, ambitious, and determined, she never expected love to find her. Then she meets Duwayne Virgo, a captivating, older ex-soldier turned successful businessman. He's everything she could want: protective, attentive, and dangerously irresistible. But Duwayne carries secrets, and the closer Kylah gets, the more she realizes that loving him comes with a price. Passion turns to obsession. Trust becomes betrayal. And what started as a whirlwind romance could leave her heart completely shattered. Will Kylah survive the man she's fallen for, or will Duwayne prove that some love are just too dangerous to handle?

Where we wonder if it's love blooming, or hate. Azarié, who lacks the knowledge of what it is to love a woman correctly, unintentionally hurts Amiya in ways more than he ever wanted to. Amiya, meanwhile, is facing unexpected challenges in life. Though she's found comfort in Azarié, happiness still seems just out of reach for her, even for a fleeting moment.

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 Vanessa moves back to Jamaica after graduating from Harvard Law School, she decides that she is all for herself. However, when she meets Zayn, her life turns upside down. Will she find happiness, or will it break her?

She's the angel, he's the devil. Their love could be heaven or hell. ______ Their from two different world's, different believes and different mindset. She grew up believing in 'ask for it and it shall be giving onto you, while he grew up believing in 'want something? Then take it. Take a step into romelo and Aurora's world to fine out if their love could be the breaking of daylight or the falling of midnight.

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

Mature audience only!! "I myself don't understand this feeling, me the too bougie, stoush jass falling madly inlove with a man, How, i feel safe around him, he's my safe heaven or maybe my gardian angel, i don't know. "me weak to a girl, wah me a do god, pussy wipped is an understatement dawg mnk a wah diss a obeah to bbc nah put nth past country gyal " read to find out more

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?

"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.