"BROKEN,BUT NEVER BEYOND HEALING"

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?

All she wanted was to forget her mother's death, but constant reminder won't let her be. Information and truth gets unfold, but what will she do when she sympathize with the villain and empathize with the victims. Let's see.

I would say this is a book about wealthy, Jamaican high schoolers... Well kinda. People often believe unimaginable wealth exists somewhere far away, hidden from the rest of the world. But what if it was closer than you think? Just beyond Jamaica's cluster of islands lies Echelon Republic, a country where status and wealth are as essential as oxygen. Without them, you might as well be invisible. In this elite world, life never stops spinning... until Nai'ari appears. Nai'ari is just a simple girl working at a liquor store. She sees wealthy people every day, but she's still completely unaware of the powerful world that exists behind their luxury. A sudden tragedy pulls her from the life she knew and crowns her the Republic's newest Jewel overnight. It sounds like a fairytale, but in Echelon, every dollar carries weight, and every diamond hides another layer of deception. At first the wealth feels intoxicating. But the deeper Nai'ari falls into the Upper Echelon, the darker the truth becomes. And in the middle of the chaos, three boys are watching her every move: the enemy, the friend, and the forbidden. Now Nai'ari must decide who she can trust in a world built on secrets. Because in Echelon, staying on top is easy... but surviving it is something else entirely. Read to find out how it all unfolds and remember once you dive in you've entered Kae's dream.

Two young, free spirits live by one rule: love is a losing game. They chase thrill, freedom, and everything life can give...just never each other. But when friendship turns into undeniable chemistry, the rules blur, and the very thing they've sworn off might be the only risk worth taking.

He only offered silence and smooth turns. But somewhere between late-night pickups and quiet glances in the rearview, a young woman with big dreams finds herself falling for the last man anyone would expect.

Description Jayla has spent years walking on eggshells in a relationship that looks perfect from the outside but feels like a prison behind closed doors. Trapped between obligation to her family and the control of a man who pays their bills, her dreams of freedom and love have faded into background noise. When her childhood crush, Shaq now a rising music producer returns to Jamaica, he awakens the part of her that still believes in more. With every beat he makes and every truth he speaks, Jayla finds herself remembering who she used to be before the fear, before the silence, before the bruises no one sees. But leaving isn't simple. Martin won't let her go easily. And the past has a way of showing up, especially when love starts looking real. Torn between survival and self-worth, loyalty and liberation, Jayla must decide: Will she keep living someone else's version of love or finally risk everything for her own? First love, last escape is a raw, emotional tale of healing, passion, and the power of reclaiming your voice when the world tells you to stay quiet.

She's falling for a man with blood on his hands, and doesn't even know it yet. "She taught literature. He lived war. Together, they wrote something neither expected: hope." His life filled with Danger, Mystery, Bussines, Cover ups and Rowan... Did love blossom in the most unexpected places? When they meet, something softens. But softness is dangerous in a world like his. This is not a promise of a happy ending. It is a story of wounds, of war, of trying to love through wreckage. And maybe, just maybe finding peace, even if it comes alone.. Like moth to a flame.. 18+ Highest Rankings 1st in Newwriter 1st in Niceness 1st in Caribbeanwriter 1st in Subtle 2nd in Don 4th in Jamaicanauthor 11th in Badman 2nd in Deceit 5th in gunsnroses

Ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? Yeah... I have. Don't recommend. I'm Lue'elle, by the way, call me Lue. Elle works too, honorable mention to my 'mom' for the name. Now, for the juicier part. Giordano? Definitely not my cup of tea. Let's just say I didn't like him. At all. But life, being the cruel little joke it is, decided to throw me and him into the same orbit. As if fate, or some sadistic writer, was testing how much hell a person can handle before they snap. One night. Wrong place. Wrong time. Turns out, hating him was the easier part. Actually, whatever this is between us might just drag you straight to hell... and back. Elle. Xoxo. Ranking🥇 #1 in Caribbean #1 in Jamaica

"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.