"BROKEN,BUT NEVER BEYOND HEALING"

He rested the gun on my lips and stared angrily in my eyes. "Yuh know mi will buss a shot inna yuh throat Kehlani doh ramp wid mi badness likkle girl" him seh and I rolled my eyes. Mi nuh inna the bag a chattings tonight, mi just want him inna mi. Using my tongue I glide it over the top of his gun looking up at him seductively. He hissed "yah guh be the death a mi tpc" Two people from rivalry gang meet up....what could go wrong??

Dr. Cameron O'Clare believed being the smartest girl in the room meant she was in control of her research and her life. But when Dr. Mavis Leroy, a brilliant and fiercely private expert in environmental psychology, backed her breakthrough project, everything shifted. Leroy did not just fund the work. She embedded herself into Cameron's world. The choices were no longer hers. She became the variable Cameron had not accounted for. The catalyst. Power. Intimacy. Surrender. Suddenly, Cameron was not sure what she wanted or who held the reins. Like any true catalyst, Leroy did not change herself. She changed everything around her.

"Yuh love mi, Niyah?" He doesn't blink when he asks. His eyes hold hers steady, not playful, not teasing. Serious. Like the answer matters more than he's willing to admit. "Love yuh more than how mi probably love mi self." The confession leaves her soft but sure. And it's the truth. The love they share isn't built on convenience. It's built on history. On knowing each other's worst moods. On arguments that didn't end in walking away. ........ -dhxnleeee🤍'!

𝓜𝒚 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬....... An original Jamaican love story ◻️◻️◻️ • Preview✔ "Breda just go fuck off respectfully." I hissed in annoyance. He braced me against the wall "nuh fuck yuh self, and doh call mi nuh breda." That's so funny. • Introduction✔ ● Ajay a high school student he's a heartthrob, popular playboy or is he. ● Bella a high school student whose bestfriend's with the popular heartthrob, what happens when feelings circulates between their friendship, read to find out. ⚠WARNING⚠ Mixture of patios and standard English✔ Sexual/Mature themes✔ ◻️◻️◻️ Ranking🏆 #1 Mixup🥇 #1 Mixture🥇 #1 Highschoolexperience🥇 #2 Youngwriter🥈 #3 Patwa🥉

"Listen, mi anuh yuh b yer that." Mi tell him, artiste or not. . .mi just hate when men call mi Dat. "Why yaah behave suh strong? Think mi nuh know seh yuh love mi off? Mi see d way how yuh did a behave when mi did a perform." But wait- him full a ego eee. "Love off who? Numba one mi nuh know yuh and a the song them mi love not you." Cyaah mek the man know seh mi ago crazy ova him, that ago add to him ego. ~ ~ ~ This book is fictional and everything is from my own imagination. Disclaimer‼️ There are NO IMAGES in this book, so if you can't read book without images, this annuh fi yuh. . . 🏅Highest Ranking 🏅 #1 In Fictional- 19/01/2024 #1 In JamaicanAuthor-19/01/2024 #1 In Caribbean-31/01/2024

𝐇𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦!? 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭..... ─── ୨୧ ─── ──── ୨୧ ─── ── ୨୧── 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 !?

Its a love situation, she falls for her brother's best friend and her btother falls for hers Will there be caios or will they get over it? Read to find out

There is a thin line between love and hate but an even thinner line between forgiveness and revenge. How it started vs how it ends, let's go on a journey with Rojay Longstan And Ataliyah Mendez to see what life unfold and the unexpected turns it's going to take. SHE IS MY DOWNFALL HE IS MY PAIN.

"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.