Stiles is kicked out of the pack by Derek. Noah sends him to live with his uncle Phil in New York where he forms a new pack with the Avengers. Stiles forms pack bonds with Tony and Loki straight away, and eventually the rest of the team. Trouble is brewing because stiles is a very powerful mage and didn't request entry to the territory from the New York Pack. Derek also realises that Stiles is his mate

Mi really affi ask mi self, why me one so salt? Is like mi mada bathe mi inna salt from birth tpc. "Kazhier!" My sister shouted pulling me from my thoughts. Oh right we were here, she deh cuss while mi a wonder why me so salt. "Mi done wid yuh." She said before walking away. I was done with her hours ago she just deh here a send up har pressure. "Yuh wah mi send yuh guh States?" My brother in law asked making me nod. Anything weh fi get from this f-upped place.

In a world she was never meant to touch, being seen is a death sentence. I was raised to follow rules, to stay quiet, to never be seen. But one wrong moment put me in the middle of something I can't unsee. Now someone knows I was there and in their world, witnesses don't get to live. My grandmother always told me to see and blind and hear and deaf..I maybe should've listened.

🇯🇲!! Neveah Ashley Cole has spent her whole life being perfect. As a pastor's daughter, rules are not suggestions; they are expectations. Stay quiet. Stay obedient. Stay pure. Then she meets Kilian Shaw. Dangerous. Charming. Untouchable. Kilian comes from a world Neveah was raised to fear - a world of power, violence, and secrets buried deep in the shadows. He is everything she should avoid... yet the harder she tries to stay away, the harder he becomes to forget. What begins as tension turns into obsession. And the closer they get, the more their families' hidden past begins to unravel. Because their connection was never an accident. And some love stories were doomed long before they even began. Enjoy!! __________________________________________________________________________________ THIS BOOK IS PURELY FICTION.

*Female Stiles* Stiles is kicked out of the pack. Some don't agree and leave with her. Stiles has been pining for someone much older than her, and it turns out he feels the same way, but Stiles is underage and her father is the sheriff. Stiles is 17 Chris Argent is 37 in this story. (20 Years age difference) This was originally going to be a oneshot 12 chapters including epilogue

"Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite " A sweet Jamaican high school story.

Emily I didn't expect to meet him when I went to my cousin's bachelorette party, didn't expect to go home with him, and definitely didn't expect to be pregnant with his child with no way to tell him. Here I am 4 years later raising our daughter, when I run into him. After breaking the news, he doesn't just want Cora. He wants a family. Braxton One night with Emily has left me wanting more even years later, so when I run into her and she tells me we have a daughter I'm shocked. When the shock wears off, I realize this is the perfect chance to win her heart and my daughter's. Emily

As a girl growing up in the ghetto I've got big dreams. Many may say I'm hype but to be honest I don't care. I have to get away from these people they called family . Highest Rank #1 Jamaican #1 lifestyle #1 girl #1badman

At 23, Kayla Richards has her life in careful balance as an accountant, but it wasn't always this way. Two years ago, she broke up with her boyfriend, Andre Malcolm, a successful businessman, without ever explaining why. When she simply said, "I want to break up," he agreed, leaving their once passionate relationship in ashes. Now, as Kayla faces a personal crisis, she finds herself needing Andre's help. Their unexpected reunion sparks old feelings and unresolved questions. Can they navigate the dark, twisting path of their past and find a way to rekindle their lost romance, or will the reasons that drove them apart continue to haunt them?

"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.