She only agreed to the weekend because she needed a break from everything going wrong in her life. A house full of strangers, a world of wealth she has never known, and people she will probably never see again. Or so she thinks. Because somewhere between late night conversations and quiet moments away from the crowd, she catches the attention of a man whose last name carries influence across Jamaica. He is used to people wanting something from him, yet the one girl who does not seem interested is the one he cannot stop watching. What starts as a simple weekend escape soon turns into something far more complicated. And when two people from completely different worlds collide, the real question becomes whether fate is bringing them together or setting them up to fall apart.

A new school. A fresh start. Or at least that's what she thought. After moving to St. James, a sixth form student tries to adjust to a new life, new faces, and a place that doesn't feel like home. But everything changes the moment she collides with Demetri better known as Razor the quiet, dangerous boy everyone respects and fears. He's not just the captain of the football team he's someone who runs deeper than school rules, someone with power, secrets, and a presence that pulls her in whether she wants it or not. One look turns into tension. Tension turns into curiosity. And curiosity? That might just ruin everything. Because getting close to Razor doesn't come without consequences and the deeper she gets, the harder it becomes to walk away. Some attractions aren't safe. And this one? Impossible to resist.

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱɪɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ

"Me a likkle girl" I state not looking at him afraid of how my body will react to his intense stare. "So?" Him serious? "Oh yah pervert?" He hissed grabbing my throat. I don't know what, but I felt something jumped.

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.

T'ajhira lives her life one day at a time-late mornings, work routines, loud laughter, and small moments that pass quicker than she realizes. Kingston isn't soft, and neither is the life she's trying to balance between responsibility and just... existing. She's used to the same faces, the same streets, the same patterns. Until one ordinary day shifts everything. A glance. A brief interaction. A person she shouldn't be thinking about more than once. No names that matter. No introductions that go smoothly. Just presence, attitude, and tension that neither of them asked for-but somehow can't ignore. In a world where everything moves fast, some moments stay longer than they should. And some people? They don't stay strangers for long.

Four people. Too many secrets. One tangled mess of loyalty, lies, and obsession. And nothing between them is ever as simple as it looks. Two girls. One assignment. Two men. One downfall. And none of them walked away unchanged. Welcome to Soul Tied.

In the passenger seat of a sleek black Audi, I sat fuming, arms crossed tightly against my chest. A tense silence hung in the air as he drove. The rain smacked against the windshield a rhythmic tapping doing little to ease the heavy atmosphere between us. "Why won't you just talk to me?" I burst out my voice breaking the quiet, taut with frustration. He glanced at me briefly his expression unreadable before returning his attention to the road. "I'm driving," he replied gruffly his tone clipped and indifferent. I glared at him, my anger bubbling hotter. "You nah talk to me?" His grip on the steering wheel tightened but his voice remained calm almost too calm. "It's not a big deal." "Not a big deal?" I shot back, "Either you talk or let me outta this car." He mumbled something under his breath, the first crack in his facade of calmness. "Yuh being unreasonable," he said, his tone sharp now. My eyes widened in disbelief. "Unreasonable? Mi just ask fi yuh talk to mi! Is it really too much fi ask fi a bit of communication?" The tension snapped like a rubber band. "Betta mi jump outta dis car," I said, my hand darting for the door handle. In an instant, he locked the doors as he slammed on the brakes. The sudden stop jerked me forward, the seatbelt the only thing keeping me from hitting the dashboard. "Nuh mek mi affi do something mi will regret Kim" he mumbled, shaking his head his laugh low and unamused. "Do it! if yuh think yuh bad!" I shot back meeting his gaze without flinching. He turned his head sharply toward me, his eyes narrowing. Before I could even register what was happening, he leaned forward.......

"Age is just a number" the words come from his mouth with nothing but confidence and that damn smirk on his lips says he means nothing but business. "You're just a 18 year old bowy you and I will never date get that in your head Cashmere" I said to him before taking up my stuff and made my way out side.