Shan R.K

I had two great loves.
The first had the power to weaken me.
The second broke me.
Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease.
Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother.
But that wasn't the worst of it all.
No, you see he was a Made-Man and I was his muse.


INSIDE THE BOOK

How could life tumble in turfs that are unraveling to the human mind?
How can I succumb to this latitude of proportions that takes me to this darkness?
It's breaking me.
I keep believing that the world is whole, that my mind isn't.
It is like my soul is pushing me to this place I can't see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else, to a place where I can't fathom.
How do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping through my fingers?
When I look in the mirror I barely recognize myself.
I am just empty, dying.
I feel that there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts.
I am scared.
Oh god, help me.
This weight is beating me down, taking me in.
I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something, but I can't because every time I think, every time I even consider it he goes and takes more lives.
He says I am his muse, yet all I see in the mirror, all I feel is a monster, a killer.
He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it.
I know it's wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can't feel unless I am with him.

They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength.

Vincent Stone is a Made-Man and I am a pawn in his game

Love, Hate and Billions is a story about a woman who loved a Capo with everything in her. This suspenseful thriller is packed with twists, thrills, and a storyline that is unique

Love, Hate and Billions

I think about this as I wear out my Prada heels. Blinded in anger because Vincent with any other woman makes me jealous. They have sex with him, they have his hands on their body.


And I? Me, Kylie 'Fucking' Bray, billionaire that can practically click her fingers and have men crawling on the ground can't have Vincent Stone even smile at me.


No I still love him. My mind is a jumbled mess, it is thinking thoughts, bad thoughts.


“I'm going to church,” I yell, sarcasm rich and deep in my notes, “My mama always says it's best to confess before you commit sin, then you can enjoy it better.”


“What sin do you plan on committing Kylie,” He shouts back, still following me, which is a first.


Vincent never follows me, ever. Why is he following me? 


I am leaving this man behind. Forgetting about him is now the new in with Vincent Stone and I. And he is following me.
