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

His dark eyes staring intently at my poor friend. Chin length hair hanging loosely around his face, making him look harsh in an unkempt way.


I should want to laugh as I look at the two of them, all I manage is a simple smile.


“Knight, stop staring at my friend you making her uncomfortable.” Diamond orders, going toward the two of them with two coronas in her hand.


She hands one to Knight, and takes a sip of the other, blocking my view of the guy.


Josey also walks past me, stops and openly looks at Storm from his boots to the top of his head and back to his face, 


“So you the party crasher I take it, my names Josey. Don’t tell me yours I don’t care, just don’t ruin my fun because I will kick your ass so fast you would think new years came early caprende?”


She doesn’t wait for an answer, just brushes past Storm and I follow not looking at the guy who has unknowingly been helping me to move on from my obsession with Vincent.


Kylie