𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞 Cyrene Scott spent her entire life fighting poverty with faith. With a sick mother depending on her, unpaid bills stacking up, and dreams she buried long ago, getting a job at Ibex was supposed to be the start of a better life-not the beginning of a dangerous one. Then she meets him. The son of a wealthy Chinese businessman feared across Kingston. Cold. Protective. Mysterious. A man carrying responsibilities darker than Cyrene could ever imagine. She prays for peace. He was born into violence. But no matter how hard they try to stay apart, their worlds continue to collide. And in a city where loyalty is deadly and love is dangerous, Cyrene may discover that some blessings arrive disguised as battles.

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.

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?

What's one thing that's every mortician's fear you might ask? I mean what fear should one have when they are literally dealing with the dead? Well....for Alafia Harris there's only one fear that lurks in the walls of Pearl's Funeral Home. The fear of a body that's been pronounced dead somehow coming alive. That's impossible! One might say....but is it? ✗ Disclaimer⚠️! This book will contain -graphic mentions of death, -torture -sexual intercourse -Gore -Stalking -etc It is merely fiction, therefore treat it as such. NO THIS IS NOT A DUPPY STORY... Nothing written within this book is morally acceptable by the writer. However, this is Wattpad and there's no sense of morality here. Do not read if you may be uncomfortable!

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.

"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.

The simplest things in life are sometimes the hard thing to remember. DO YOU REMEMBER? Let's take a drive with Zonnique Street and Ky'mari McFord, two young adults from different backgrounds. She makes the best of life but he makes fun of life. With a family full of secrets and rules he finds fun in playing games and with her life filled with chaos she is guarded. They both add something to each other's life... Opposite Attracts.

▃▃▃ BOOK I ▃▃▃ description inside. Completed 2018.