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

It is six months since I have seen Vincent and I admit I still check his status updates.


Spying the news channels hoping I will get to see him in the background somewhere.


It doesn't get easier with time, it doesn't make you feel better. Everyday is a struggle, but I am slowly healing. I have no choice but to get through it. I see the error of things, I understand that my feelings for him is one sided and it must have been what made him so horrible to me. 


I imagine if I was him, then I stop imagining.


Recently, when I am not getting over Vincent, or spending time with Diamond, I use my time getting to know another guy, hoping I could eventually move on, even if my heart isn't in it. 


My cheeks flush thinking about him, he is a sexy man and great kisser.


Two months ago I went to The Satan Sniper’s clubhouse to visit my friend, Zero and brother, Kevin when I was basically left melting on the floor by a very hot and familiar biker, Storm.


Kylie