How far will one go for a person they love. When is enough??
Kylie Bray is live 😆😊
Let me know what you guys think…. Email :- shanaazk47@gmail.com 😀
Month: January 2018
Kylie Bray will be released next week and while I , myself am very excited to share this story I will be blogging with a behind the scenes and thoughts writing this piece.
I have changed this book five times and I have delayed it just as many and the time has never felt write to publish and I kept publishing other work.
Unlike my other books Kylie Bray is a reflection of me, it is an emotional struggle of addiction, a certain type of addiction that psychologists won’t be able to explain. But many suffer it in silence.
And this book is dedicated to these people, and those of you who suffer in constant rejection and inner weakness for loving people who will never love you back.
It is dedicated to people who find themselves in love with bad people that do bad things. It is dedicated to those who don’t know how it feels for a man to wrap his arms from behind while you standing in the TV room and whisper sweet nothing in your ear.
This book is dedicated to all those men who don’t know how to love, men who don’t know how to show affection. To all those men misunderstood. I dedicate Kylie Bray to all of these people.
A strong mind is just as beautiful as a Sharp face ….. Michael Stone
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Word of thought
Recently I have acquired myself a collection of non fiction books about self growth, worth and learning to let go.
I have read prose, poetry and compilation of compositions from Esteemed authors in the field.
I feel I shouldn’t mention names.
With that said I am a curious mind, most of us are. We thinkers and actors. Seeking knowledge to gain some direction.
Yesterday I was three quarter way through one of these books when I shut it.
And I would like to say something to all my subscribers and to all of you bloggers or even other people who come across this post.
You are an individual, you are your own person.
The only guidance you need is yourself, the only person that can make you happy, or feel better is you.
You can heal yourself from emotional problems.
You don’t need a book, or a twenty minute inspirational speech to tell you that you can achieve your ambitions.
How good you are at something is not how good you can be. Unless you are the perfected version of yourself , then you will have the will, the drive to succeed to keep moving.
Your strength lays in weight within you. And I mean weight not wait, because it gets heavy just sitting there, waiting for you to understand that your world is only as good as your mindset.
Next time you have a few minutes to yourself go to your mirror , look at yourself and say that I am strong, I am powerful , I will find a way. Because I can tell you all as the sun shines in the morning and sets in the evening time is not waiting on you. You need to use those moments to pave your future you want now!!! Stop waiting , stop doubting ,stop wasting your time. This is your year, your month , your days, your hours. Spend it doing what you want to do.
Months ago I made decisions for myself ,I took my independence, I took my mind back, I took those things that someone tried to steal from me. Because it was those months ago that I realised that my choices, my life was my own. Take yours. Be your happiness, be your ambition and be your perfect
I know I said it then, but when I look back on that day when they laid Reno’s soulless body to rest, I think of how empty those promises were.
I think of how stupid and naive I was to just believe that I could starve myself from that craving of such a poisonous drug like Vincent.
I tried don’t get me wrong, but trying and achieving is completely different words.
I can’t say whether it was just me that made the decisions that turned my life, because on one side it’s said that we are our decisions, we make them, we live by them, and I have, but looking back on my time I always wondered whether those decisions really were my own.
Papa once told me that sometimes our choices were intertwined with other peoples actions, we just couldn’t help but go with the flow hoping to be breathing in the end.
Like a natural path of life. I don’t know what to say to that.
Do I regret it now, no, I would have done it all again, the hurt, pain, loss, anger, I would’ve done every fucking thing again.
It was my heart that chose Vincent Stone how could I not.
Kylie Bray will be out on January 23rd 😊
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Secrets P2
I have recently composed a small book of prose, composition and poetry, I am in two minds to publish it let me know what you guys think,email me on shanRk@zoho.com or shanaazk47@gmail.com
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School me p3 (page 10)
Sabastian
“Yeah, somehow I don’t see that happening. So back to Dainy, what do you need me to do man?”
“Find out who is this guy, he’s definitely one of Gina’s people. She probably double crossed the man, he retaliated, now we on to him so now he’s running scared ,making idle threats. But idle or not I need eyes on Dainy for a while, can’t ask Kevin, heard the club is out for Beggar, was thinking about one of the local bikers? Diamonds people, think you can sort it out? Send me the bill, I wanna pay this one under the table.”
I get up at this point, I have a meeting to attend before I make my way to the evening function
“Don’t worry about it.” He says putting his emptied glass on the small oval table not too far from where he is standing. I nod in acknowledgment and that is that.
I stand here with my hands in my pocket, in the middle of this empty cabin and watch Kent leave.
All this while my mind firmly on Dainy. My little Vixen.
Tonight would have been the ideal night to take her back, maybe play a bit with her. But circumstances prevent it from happening.
When my father mentioned the party he also mentioned an old flame I met in Prague.
The girl was wild, and crazy but a huge investor in one of our charities. Sometimes even billionaires had to play nice.
Comments and suggestions can be emailed to shanRk@zoho.com
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School me p3 (page 9)
Sabastian
He finishes off his warm whiskey, “Don’t get me wrong I’m not complaining. Hell, cut me in, not like I have a choice but if the choice was there. Pick me, It’s just that this shit is going to bite us in the ass and I’m going to be the one cleaning this fucking mess up.”
“True, but there is no way we can tell Dainy the truth, right now she is already living with a weight on her shoulder.” I say
“We are living with problems Sabastian, between you and mine that is enough to give a normal man a stroke.”
“Yes, but we not normal, we are born from lies, I myself have spun my own web, it’s already strengthened with the amount I have told.” I say this as my eyes go to my fingers on the armrest staring at the my family Crest, my namesake, the Delroy ring.
“We are destined to be like the men before us, aren’t we.” Dexter’s statement sounds like he is talking about prison time. And maybe the Guy’s father just worked for my dad but Kent and I are friends. We grew up together. Not meaning that I would be calling him my best mate but the guy certainly has the potential.
“Destined? No, I think the word is expected. Can’t leave the world to be run by arrogant asses who don’t know the difference between borrow and lend. Plus you gonna love looking for those shit pieces my dad collects. Trust me.”
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Secrets p1
We all have our secrets….
I wanted to share this with you guys as I told a lot of lies myself recently in order to keep a few of my own secrets.
Let me just say I swapped my heels for boots and pretended angels could fly. To say it didn’t end well… Is a long story I am never confessing.
Part two of this dark poem will be out tomorrow after the new page of school me p3
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Dark persuasion
Coldness take me, reel me in,
Frosted blood of the oldest sin,
Retribution twists in this reign of night ,
Stars flicker in evils daylight.
Still I’m numb, feeling nothing but the burn of the forbidden turn,
I scream “noiseless silence , take me on , oh savior free me from my worst behavior.”
Turning,twisting, a restless Commander as dark persuasion sweats in my honor.
I close the door,
when the past marks the floor,
so treachery and secrets remain once more.
Hells open and celebrated calls lifts my armour until its naked walls,
Still I yell, screaming from my core “noiseless silence , take me on , oh savior free me from my worst behavior.”
Restless voices ,
deadly stares,
come to me like a haunting caress.
Closing eyes, open wounds,
I welcome the dark persuasion of these ruins,
Earth crumbling,
I understand the nightmares of a killing man.
Deep , buried beneath the skin is dark persuasion and all its sin.
Author Shan R.K 
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