"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

They moved to Jamaica at fourteen-two strangers, running from two very different hells. Strangers to each other, yet bounded by timing and fate. Kali fled a toxic home in Puerto Rico. One that look picture perfect on the outside. Adonis, a legacy in the making, wanted no part of his father's world. One photo changed everything. Adonis was hooked-until lies turned infatuation into deep-rooted hate. She never even knew his name. Years later, their paths collide during a heated altercation at a supermarket. Sparks fly-but not the good kind. Soon after, Kali transfers to Adonis's school and unknowingly steps into his friend group, setting the stage for a collision course neither of them can escape. Every glare. Every tense silence. Every accidental touch. It all builds into a dangerous chemistry neither of them is ready for. In a world where trust is fragile and love feels like war, Adonis and Kali must decide: will they destroy each other-or become each other's greatest salvation? Follow for more😉😉

ᴀ ᴊᴀᴍᴀɪᴄᴀɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ. ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴇxᴛʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ɴɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴅʏ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴋɪᴍᴀʟɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴍᴇᴅ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄʟɪɴɪᴄᴀʟ ʀᴏᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ɪɴꜰʟᴜᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴɴᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀʀᴍ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴇʀ... ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴋɪᴍᴀʟɪᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘʟᴀɪɴ. ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴡɪɴᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ʜɪʟʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴏɴᴛᴇɢᴏ ʙᴀʏ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟᴇꜱꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜɢ-ᴏꜰ-ᴡᴀʀ-ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ, ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ. ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ... ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ. ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ᴀ ꜰɪɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟᴇᴅ,ᴜɴʜɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

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?

Azaria barely has time to breathe before Mr. Ivanov presses her against the desk, his hands locking around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body is a furnace, searing into hers, and she can feel the undeniable heat of him as his lips hover dangerously close to hers. "Still pretending like yuh don't wah dis?" he murmurs, his voice low and full of sin. His fingers trace the edge of her skirt, moving slow, teasing, daring her to stop him. Her pulse quickens, her thoughts scrambling, but the air between them is electric. "Say di word, Azaria..." he breathes, his lips brushing against her neck, "or mi going tek what yuh too scared to ask for." WARNING‼️ -TEACHER X STUDENT -WRITTEN IN BOTH JAMAICAN CREOLE LANGUAGE (PATOI) AND STANDARD ENGLISH This was written for purely for fun and my enjoyment, enjoy anyways❤️❤️❤️