Kiella Chasity Whyte, 26, survived a horrific tragedy as an infant when her parents were killed by unknown attackers while she remained in the vehicle, escaping unharmed. She was taken in and raised by her father's wife, who provided care, support, and guidance through her education. Motivated by her past and her passion for truth, Kiella grew into a driven investigative journalist. Aizen Valentino Kestrel, a notorious 22-year-old drug dealer, grew up with as normal a life as his mother, a former surgeon, and his father, a retired contract killer, could provide. Yet despite their efforts, he gravitated into the very life his father once led, and tried to shield him from. Unlike his father, who was led astray by friends, Aizen chose this path himself, and there's no way in hell he's leaving it. When their worlds unexpectedly collide, neither Kiella nor Aizen anticipates the impact they will have on each other. A single encounter draws them into a connection that defies logic, blurs lines, and challenges everything they believe in, forcing them to decide whether what's growing between them will become their greatest strength or ultimately lead to their undoing.

"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.

"Remember me?" - Shannakay williams

I've studied psychiatry long enough to know the eyes are the soul. Hers... there's nothing deranged in them, yet something about those eyes makes me question everything I know about control, about obsession, about myself. Who is Aala O'Donelle? And why is she on the psyche ward?

Even though I don't look up right away, I feel him. His presence shifts the air, makes it heavier, like the sky right before a storm. A shiver runs down my spine, but I shake it off. I can sense he's here to handle our unfinished business, and I know he won't hold his tongue this time, not without our audience from earlier to keep him in check. "Why yuh really come back Jodie?" He's blunt, as always, and I can tell he's revving up for a fight. Him lucky. "I love Ms. Iva and I respect her for what she does, but dem neva send yuh gah school fi sell yam dung a market...Why'd you leave Kingston?" "I told you already, I'm using my PTO Knox" I dispose of the water into the grass, setting the wash basin up against the tank. He scoffs. "Liad, yuh done tell dah one deh already, betta yuh come up wid a next one." His eyes are daring, challenging me to come clean, but I can't. "Why you cyaa juss believe me? What's so suspicious about me needing time away from work?" I push past him, not yet ready to dive so deep into the unknown. He grabs my wrist, pulling me into his chest and trapping me there. The warmth of him seeps into me, setting off a fire under my skin. He doesn't ease up, but the pressure does something to me that I can't shake. I tell myself to take a step back, create some space, but I don't. I won't. "Because me know yuh, Jodie. Better than I know myself. I know you..." He presses his index fingers to his heart, his breath shallow as it cascades across my collarbone. "I thought we were better than this, I thought we could tell each other anything" I shake my head, my eyes closing as I inhale his scent, it's uniquely him. It's dangerous how familiar it is, how it makes my chest ache. I hate him for making me feel like this, I hate myself for wanting to be even closer than we are now.

A new Jamaican love story "Trapped in a world of rules and expectations, 18-year-old Brianna struggles to breathe under the weight of her mother's suffocating grip. But everything changes when she meets him - jordan Josephs a potential don and businessman. As they collide in a whirlwind of secrets and desires, brianna finds herself torn between the life she's been forced to live and the freedom she's always craved. Will he be her ticket to escape, or will their forbidden love be her ultimate downfall? Will he be everything she has ever wanted?..... Read to find out

In a small Jamaican community, Xenia has always been the good girl, focused on school, family, and her faith. But when she meets Asire-a bold, streetwise "bad boy" with a magnetic charm-her world flips upside down. Drawn to his mystery and confidence, she finds herself wrestling with feelings she's been taught to resist. Torn between her beliefs and the thrill of new love, Xenia is forced to navigate the clash between her sheltered upbringing and the temptations of desire.