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𝙽𝚘 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚗𝚐 by authoredbymowana
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"Mi warn yuh - love mi, and it will kill yuh." Eighteen-year-old Tahlia Rae Blake is the golden girl of uptown Kingston - , perfect curls, and a last name that opens doors. But behind her family's guarded gates and Sunday smiles is a life choked by expectations, control, and secrets. She's tired of being the good daughter. Tired of playing perfect. Then she meets Nazir "Brickz" Johnson - the most feared name in Spanish Town's underworld. Cold. Charismatic. Deadly. He's everything her mother warned her about, and everything Tahlia can't seem to stay away from. What starts as a reckless thrill spirals into a dangerous obsession. Nasir gives her freedom, fire, and the kind of love that makes rules disappear. But loving him means shootouts, enemies, lies - and blood on the pavement. As turf wars erupt and betrayals close in, Tahlia has to face the truth: Is this love strong enough to survive the streets - or is she just another no good ting in the way?authoredbymowana
The House on Spur Tree Hill by wahllflower
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"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.