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 heard him chuckle. "Oh. Yuh vex because mi nuh reply to yuh message?" My head snapped around so quick to look at this fool, seeing him standing there with a nonchalant look on his face. I had to mentally coach myself to swollow the 'suck yuh mada' that was on the tip of my tongue. "Fuck you."

A 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 to Jamaica was exactly what they needed-a break from the pressures of running their company, a chance to relax under the island sun, sip cocktails by the beach, and let loose for once. Everything was going perfectly-sunshine, laughter, turquoise waves... 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. They decided to go clubbing, wanting to end the trip with a bang. The music pulsed through the air, bodies moved in rhythm, and for once, they felt free. She was dancing, smiling, completely in the moment-until she slipped away to use the restroom. What should have been a quick trip changed everything. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐭. Impressive Ranks: 🥇Caribbean 07/17/2025 🥈 Pregancy 07/ 18/2025 🥈Jamaica 07/20/2025 🥉Mistake 07/ 20/ 2025

Cover done by @russiangem Second place in the Frozen awards! Start: 17 October 2018 End: 1 January 2019 Small Town Tiana Evans moved to the big bad city of New York a year ago after the betrayal of her ex boyfriend. After that horrible day she promised herself that she was done with dating. Until she met Tristan Osaris who pushed all her buttons. One night of passion wasn't enough, soon she wanted more than she promised . After running away from home twelve years ago. Tristan Osaris decided that it was time he faced his demons and returned back home for closure. Returning back home wasn't an easy feat, a lot of things had changed. On his first night back home he met hot, sexy, inquisitive , curious Tiana Evans. Who he immediately felt some kind of connection with. Things between them took a turn, being just friends with benefit was clearly not enough for Tristan, soon he wanted more than be bargained for.

Previously Titled 'Paradise'. For her entire life, Paradise Hamilton has had no say in her own personal affairs. From a child she had grown up under the strict rules of her Caribbean parents. But when the day finally arrived for her to wed a complete stranger, she could not be less prepared. Join her and her husband on their journey of a mere money alliance prospering into so much more. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ HIGHEST RANKINGS THUS FAR: #1 in DrugCartel (09/23/20) #1 in Caribbean (11/07/20) #16 in UrbanRomance (11/24/20) #10 in Thugs (12/19/20) #9 in ATL (12/19/20) #1 in Jamaica (01/06/21) #2 in Thugs (05/16/21)

"Uh look so like uh see duppy mumma. Or a uh reflection uh see?" Asked the driver, and I squinted as I tried to get a good look of his face, and he chucked and turned on the roof light when he realized, and I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes when I saw who it was. "No. Just saw the devil himself." I replied and he laughed lowly. "So yah go come in or wah?" "Uh really expect me fi drive wid uh after uh threaten me weh night? Me good. Me will wait pan taxi." I said folding my arms stubbornly knowing damn well I would love the free ride. "My girl-" "Doh my girl mi." I cut him off, and he kissed his teeth lowering his hand brake. "Memba say a bad place uh inna yer and a night. The place unpredictable." "So are you. Mi will take the risk." "Cool." He said eyeing me up and down. "Weh yah look pan me fah?" "So mi can tell uh madda wah mi last see uh inna." He said before driving away while his tinted windows rolled back up. I kissed my teeth and rolled my eyes caz him really nah go fight me pan dis? Cool.

"Comm check... Testing, one... two... Kwes Boaz speaking. ...you a hear me? Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me. Amnija happened right after. Or at least, I think she did. She slipped through the walls I built around my mind-how she even do that? Bagga ray she gwaan wid. Afi' give har, ar' props. She a live her life now still, but all I'm trying to do is find my way in it. Yaan'dastan? Yuh feel she can make some space fi mi doh? Yuh feel e' g have a chance? Jah... We're about to take off. Buckle up. Guess we're about to find out." Ranking🥇 #1 in St. James #1 in matrimony #1 in young author #1 in youngwriter #1 in youngwriterspize