Haitian Stories

He is a king of shadows; she is a master of the light. In the high-stakes heat of Miami, Dr. Vivienne Saint-Preux is a woman of impossible standards. A brilliant trauma surgeon by day and a fierce legal mind by night, she has spent her life building a fortress of logic and independence. As the daughter of a proud Haitian family, she knows that in this city, you either command respect or you are crushed by it. Rafael "El Padrino" (The Godfather) Varga is the chaos she never saw coming. When the head of Mexico's most ruthless cartel is wheeled into her ER-shot, bleeding, and barely clinging to life-Vivienne does the one thing she was trained to do: she saves him. But saving a man like Damian comes with a price. He doesn't just want to express his gratitude; he wants to own the hands that mended him. For Rafael, Vivienne is a revelation-a woman who doesn't tremble at his name or blink at his power. For Vivienne, Rafael is a moral landslide. As his enemies descend on Miami, the hospital walls can no longer protect her. She is pulled into a world of gilded cages and blood-soaked legacies, where her legal brilliance is his greatest weapon and her medical skill is his only weakness. Between the sterile white of the OR and the dark neon of the underworld, Vivienne must decide: will she uphold the laws she's sworn to protect, or will she become the queen to a man who recognizes no law but his own?

"Joshua come on, you don't even have to spend a lot of money on me. I don't want anything fancy, just the day to spend with my husband." "Do you like nice things?" he asks me letting out a deep breath of air. "What?" "Do you like nice things? You know, your brand new 2013 Nissan Altima, the big house you live in?" He sounds short of breath, probably because he's trying his best not to curse me out in front of his colleagues. "Well, yeah." "Well, in order to preserve and obtain more nice things I have to work. And my job comes with numerous meetings, you know that. So why are you giving me a hard time?" I'll just find someone else to spend my birthday with me. "Never mind Joshua. I'll find something else to do tomorrow," I say with the threat of tears blurring my vision. Surely someone in this town has no plans on a Friday night. "I'm glad that's settled. Thank you for wasting my precious time," he says sarcastically. "Sorry, I just wanted to feel special for a day."

24 year old Alexandra moved to Spain searching for peace and solitude, only to be found in love and unpredictabilities when she meets Román; the man she falls in love with.... stay tuned

When a witch, A werewolf, and a vampire all go to the same school for the supernatural species- it's a train wreck. Literarily! But that's not the worst part. Do the 3 know each other? Duh! They siblings. But that's not the point. Given to the notification of their clan. The three children however do know a forbidden inaction that could wipe out the land. But given the fact that the world despise them... Will they use it? Will they stay together after everything betraying them? Will they betray each other? Or will they just die with everything around them. Please come through their story and found out!

Have you ever experienced a beauty of soul, an esthetic grace, that was so intense it made you want to cry?

"Engaging and impossible to put down", To Whom Much is Given, is Yanatha Desouvre's debut novel which readers have described as "James Bond meets Luther; with a dash of Marvel's X-Men and Mission Impossible sprinkled with Haitian hot sauce." Among action packed cliff hangers, Desouvre captures the complexity of the human spirit in this fictional, yet realistic culturally relevant mystery brimming in believable and intentionally broken characters, leaving you wondering what is next for this witty and courageous crew. Childhood friends Grayson and Amara, along with Dominique, Amara's closest friend join together on a dangerous pursuit to rescue Amara's nephew Jason. Little do they know where this quest will take them and how dangerous are the forces behind this kidnapping. The darkness of the past haunts these brave friends as they embark on this journey. Will they be able to save Jason in time?

I wake up, but my body moves before my mind can catch up. My soul lingers, still laying down, while I stand. The world is foggy. Wavy. Disorienting. Weed, meant to calm me, only amplifies the chaos. My heart races. My thoughts spin. Panic rises, creeping into every corner of me. Shaking is my first warning. Once it starts, I am on a path I cannot control. Language shifts. My Jamaican and Haitian sides emerge. Patois spills out with urgency, a red flag for anyone watching. The panic is loud. Overwhelming. It has been with me since my 20s, and now, in my 30s, it strikes randomly. Blackouts happen mid-fight, mid-thought, mid-breath. I move faster than my own mind, yelling, swinging, shaking. Friends grab me. Hugs, words, even the smallest gestures slowly pull me back. This is more than anxiety. More than stress. It's panic attacks, blackouts, trauma, and the consequences of substances mixing with a fragile system. Every heartbeat is a warning. Every breath is a battle. I've survived chaos, fights, fear, and moments where I barely recognize myself. This is my reality. This is my story. 💔 Trigger warning: panic attacks, blackouts, substance use, trauma

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There is a song as old as time itself, carried on the beat of the drums of war. Its refrains have not changed in generations, its outcome of destruction never changing... But if you could change it, would you? If the fires of revolution swallowed you whole, would you burn or would you rise? I choose to rise. For myself, for my family, my people; for our future, I choose to rise.

"Iris my dear you are more than who you think you are, you are of noble and historical blood" I look at the women I call my mother straight dead in the eyes, I suddenly feel my eyebrows fury in confusion. "Mother by whatever do you mean? Has my life been merely a facade?". I suddenly see her face sully with discontent as she struggles to tell me what it is that she means. "My darling you have a very certain uniqueness about yourself, you remind me of your father......" As I am on my knees, I look up at my mother's face once more as a I scan this dreadful room we are in, filled with all the riches anyone could ask for. Immediately I get up off of my knees trying to go near her but the several guards that surround her near the thrown she occupies herself on seems impossible. "My uniqueness? Mother what do you mean this is baffling." She than gets up walking down those concert staircases with pillars that lights up each step she takes. "My sweet child you have great energetic force of the unknown something that only a true royal can possess" she says lifting up my chin. "You mean I have powers......." no fucking way. "Heavy is the head that weighs the crown my dear Iris". Read more to Find out.....

"The devil is in Saratoga! The devil is in Saratoga!" John watches the hysteria that has been caught by the people of Saratoga. Women, children,the poor and the rich. The old, the young. The people are losing hope. This has been a series of unfortunate events. Right now the town of Saratoga are currently gathered around to wish farewell to Oryn and pay his young widowed mother condolences. Poor,poor Cordelia. She just lost her husband not even a week ago. His body was found at the bottom of the stream and his throat was cut right open. Now she has to say goodbye to her 8 year old son who was found hanging from a tree. "This is for sure witchery!" an elderly woman cries out. "The devil is in Saratoga!" Cordelia weeps and weeps as her mother and dear sister holds on to her tightly. John looks down at his feet sadly. He feels sorry for the poor woman and for Saratoga. Because if the devil really is in Saratoga, what can they do other than pray.

[No art here is my own.] [TW: Gore, violence, acknowledged accurate slavery.] Man of the people, God of revolt is a attack on Titan style historical fiction drama tale about the Haitian revolution and more specifically the man who led them to victory Toussaint Louverture. Of course I will be making creative options that may not be 100% accurate to history but I will also be giving plenty accurate information on the history, more so than not. This story being historical fiction has a realistic power system similar to that of Vinland Saga where a person has an exaggerated attribute that allows them to stand out rather it be aim, strength, intelligence, etc. most characters will have them and use them in their own way to maintain uniqueness. The strength showcased on this story will be again comparable to vinland Saga in the sense that it will be on the verge of seeming fictional because as stated their attributes are exaggerated for entertainment purposes.

Xavier wants out. All his life he's had to endure the pains of being a celebrity. As the days go on, Xavier's tolerance for the stupidity of Hollywood, lowers. Things change when he encounters a beautiful spitfire, who wishes she could have what he hates. God had so obliviously given him a way out of his irritating life. Kelsley wants in. All her life, Kesley's wanted to be know. She wanted to be treated like a queen, like she was the one everyone wanted to be. As the days go on, Kelsley is getting tired of just wishing she was a celeb, so one day when she visits her favourite cafe, Xavier France bumps into her. They click and that's when her life starts to change. • fetus story, unedited. You have been warned•

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With society on the brink of collapse, the powers that be are between a rock and a hard place.

And when he did I licked my lips and purred into his ears. " I told you once to leave my the hell alone but I'll warn you twice because you actually seem nice. But If you still continue to aggravate my soul, I won't be so friendly." I then giggle a little in his ears and said slowly and lower " If you don't leave me alone in the next 7 seconds that I will kick your balls all the way up to your chest and I will make you into a girl with tits so you won't be bored anymore." And with that I turned around and ordered a drink.