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

“How many did we invite, our house looks like it’s a free for all. Are you sure it’s safe, I still think you should’ve told Kevin, Ky.” Diamond raves, complaining for the umpteenth time?


She’s standing by the door, hair open and messy, undoubtedly full of knots. An old boyfriend jeans hugging her new curves, while her handful breasts remain covered by only a vest.


Which I got to admit is sexy in an understated way. Too sexy.


“Go change that top and put a damn bra on,” I say, glaring at her breast, knowing it is the only way I’m going to get my point across.


Her body has filled out a lot these last six months. Surrounded by older guys all the time, she has my older sister instincts kicking on overdrive, especially since she doesn’t care.


Yet, when a guy makes a move she’s forever ready to kick his nuts or do something that I’m going to be eventually covering up, or paying for.


Diamonds are hard work, but the best person I could ask for, to share my life with.


Kylie