They moved to Jamaica at fourteen-two strangers, running from two very different hells. Strangers to each other, yet bounded by timing and fate. Khali fled a toxic home in Puerto Rico. One that look picture perfect on the outside. Adonis, a legacy in the making, wanted no part of his father's world. One photo changed everything. Adonis was hooked-until lies turned infatuation into deep-rooted hate. She never even knew his name. Years later, their paths collide during a heated altercation at a supermarket. Sparks fly-but not the good kind. Soon after, Khali transfers to Adonis's school and unknowingly steps into his friend group, setting the stage for a collision course neither of them can escape. Every glare. Every tense silence. Every accidental touch. It all builds into a dangerous chemistry neither of them is ready for. In a world where trust is fragile and love feels like war, Adonis and Khali must decide: will they destroy each other-or become each other's greatest salvation? Follow for more😉😉

"You no tell this girl that I said, I want no relations with a darkie?" She spat to me, making my eyes go wide. What? I thought to myself and Gio tried pulling me away but I snatched away from him, knowing I heard right this time. "Wait, what?" I spoke out loud and Gi grabbed me roughly, trying to pull me away again. "Why you saying these things? She's beautiful." I heard his abuelita sticking up for me as she stood to her feet and all the guys began to as well, telling their mom that she was wrong for what she was doing. "That puta heard me." She spat, pointing her finger at me. "You're too dark." She held up a brown paper bag that she was drinking her beer out of. "You no match this bag or lighter, you're too dark." "You look too much like his father. I no want you around me." She shooed me off, instantly breaking my heart into a billion pieces as I looked up at Giovanni who was looking down at me with hurt in his eyes. "Baby, please." He begged and I shook my head at him in disgust before putting my attention back onto her. "Get that darkness out of here, Giovanni. She's a demon." "Only demons have her color." She kept on going and I felt sick to my stomach in this moment as I stood there in complete shock.

He never believed in forever, only in the thrill of the chase. She never expected to become the one thing he couldn't walk away from. Somewhere between stolen glances, tangled hearts, and promises never meant to be made... The hardest part of falling... is realizing there was never a way back up.

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

One mantra; Age doesn't define maturity.

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"Yuh si how dis a bend due to pressure. Dih bredda hood deh gallang like rubber. Like the charger cord to how it flexible. Like old bed spring." Lucky put his hand on the table, elbows down and hands on his jaw, watching me. Molly had her eyes on the fork then back at my face. "Which eva man mih fuck a missionary mih duh first cause mih wah feel it up inna mih. The length, the width, him strength and how him can whine up inna mih or dig out mih belly." I listed. "Ehh!" Molly said. ------ Milani ran from Saint once, only to fall back in his life unexpected. She's more fun and outgoing, always making everyone laugh even when it's not intended. Saint is the opposite, he's quiet and always serious, but she's the only one who can tear down his exterior and melt his heart.

Béyu doesn't believe in love and has no love life, but is curious about sex. Confiding in her best friend who took it has an opportunity for something great, she came up with the idea that she too experienced in the states. Sex between mutual friends. An the best candidate for the position is someone with not just experience, but money. Lots of Money. An their planned Jamaican vacation is the best time for it. Zyair didn't planned for any vacation but took one for the sake of his best friend and his woman. When an offer was made to have a girl for his sexual gain, he didn't bat an eye as he thought it was someone experience. Béyu came as a surprise for him just as he was more than a surprise to her. They knew it was a small world when she introduces herself. The girl he talked to twice about his bills is no one by her. Kayaérachilani, the call center agent with the name everyone is intruded to know more about. Kay-air-a-chi-lani

He slowly turned to me with the meanest look I've ever seen on his beautiful face. His long legs allowed him to take three short steps towards me until we were face to face. He leaned down to reach my height and then pushed me against the wall. "I don't do relationships," he said very coldly. My heart dropped but my pride fell before my heart could reach my stomach. He resumed packing my bag. "Why not?" I asked with an attitude to appear unbothered but I really am. "Because, they're-" his sentence was cut off by gunshots. "Fuck!" He yelled then grabbed me and threw me on the floor behind the bed. _________________________ Life was never easy for Grace whether it was growing up in her country or moving to New York for a better life. But life never turns out the way you think it will. She'll soon find out whether or not, if one of the most dangerous man in the city, will be able to give her what the last man couldn't. Alessandro Columbo. That's all you have to say and men will twitch out of fear. The last name alone will get you to places you could never imagine. But that last name alone, can get you killed in a heartbeat. One of the most dangerous men in New York City, can't fall in love. Right?

[ COMPLETED ] Eliana Oakley and Casen Walker couldn't be further on the other's spectrum. Eliana is twenty-one years old and in her last year of college. An artist at heart, she uses that to her advantage to further her early fashion design career. A protégé under Florence Harvey, internationally known luxury designer, Eliana doesn't have much time for anything other than burying her face into her sewing machine. Casen - otherwise known as Case to his football buddies - is twenty-two and on track to the NFL as a rookie Wide Receiver, just preparing to graduate with his degree in engineering. Oh, let's not forget his minor in hoe behavior. They roll with different social cliques - there was supposed to be no chance of them meeting. Especially in their final year in college. But one faithful friends night out at a bowling alley changes everything. COPYRIGHT © MIDNXGHTSUN