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

EST. 7/6/2024 JAMAICAN STORY. What if the popular boy you had always admired-the one you secretly crushed on for years-suddenly became your worst nightmare... yet somehow turned into the one thing you couldn't stay away from? Confusing, right? Maybe you've never experienced anything like that. Maybe you can't even imagine how something like that could happen. But Lexi Flores can. And this... is her story. ----- Slowly, his arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest like he had no intention of letting me go anywhere. "Ty'air-..." My voice came out shaky, nervous... almost scared, as my chest tightened. "Shh nuh," he murmured softly. His lips moved from my jaw down to my neck, leaving slow kisses against my skin. My breath hitched when his hand slid down and grabbed a handful of my ass, while his other arm held me firmly against him. I swallowed hard, my heart racing. "Ty'air this feel really wrong," I said quietly. He paused. For a moment, everything went still. He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes searching my face. "Yuh wah mi stop?" Silence fell between us. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. "Mhmm?" Still, I said nothing. The words were right there, sitting on the tip of my tongue, begging to escape my mouth. But they never did. Then, without another word, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. My entire body froze. I didn't kiss him back. I didn't move at all. So he pulled away. His eyes searched my face again, this time softer... almost impatient. "Kiss me back," he whispered. Before I could think too much about it, he leaned in again. And this time... I gave in.

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.

From Disdain to Desire is a captivating spin-off of the From Then Till Now series, centering on Shemar Dixon, Jubba's best friend, and Brianna Francis, Tricia's best friend. Brianna is a dedicated doctor, while Shemar is a globally celebrated dancehall artiste. Their connection is undeniable yet tumultuous, sparking intense clashes fuelled by their differences and the undeniable passion simmering beneath the surface. The story follows their journey through love, conflict, and self-discovery as they navigate the highs and lows of their relationship. Will they allow their differences to tear them apart, or will they embrace the fiery connection pulling them together? In the end, the choice between disdain and desire lies in their hands.

Leah Mitchell, the best friend to Shanya Holt, develops a deep attraction for the man sent to protect her. For an entire year, she unsuccessfully tries to get his attention. What she doesn't know is that she has always had his attention. Jubba is fighting his demons and is adamant that he will not bring Leah into a life of chaos. Will the thought of losing her to another man change his mind? To fully understand this story, please read the first three books in this series.

A spin off series to The Black Sheep highlighting Aaliyah and Nathan's new found romantic relationship. P.S If you have yet to read The Black Sheep please do that then come back here to avoid any confusion. Hope you enjoy! P.S~ Slow Updates!

There's a special kind of devastation that comes from realizing the truth was never part of the story you believed. "It was all a lie"-a phrase that cuts deeper than betrayal itself. It means the comfort was counterfeit, the promises empty, the hope misled. Whether it's discovering a relationship was built on false pretenses, realizing the dream you chased was never yours to begin with, or uncovering that the people or systems you trusted were never honest-it leaves you standing in the ruins of illusion. But there's power in that moment, too. Because when the lie is exposed, so is the truth. And with truth comes clarity, however painful. You begin again, not with naivety, but with insight. You learn to trust not blindly, but wisely. You find strength in surviving the collapse of what you once believed-and from that rubble, you build something real.

"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.

"Babes if mi tell yuh half a the things dem weh mi guh through inna life, would you still love me?" He asked looking me dead in the eyes. Idk.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked making me shrug. "Your sick Ai'janie!" She yelled before storming out the room mi know.