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Author:Shan R.K
Shan R.K is an internationally acclaimed author, known for her captivating works including Capo Dei Capi, Union of Death, and Beauty's Breath. With a passion for storytelling that started at the young age of nine, Shan has published over 20 books spanning across 8 different genres. From webnovels to dreame, Shan is a versatile writer whose works have captivated audiences worldwide.
At 26, Shan made her debut with the novel House of Legions, which marked the beginning of her journey as a published author. With each book she writes, Shan strives to take her readers on a journey of discovery, exploring new worlds and characters that are as diverse as they are intriguing.
When not writing, Shan leads a quiet life with her family, who she describes as 'not so fury.' Her ultimate goal is to become a best-selling author across all genres, and she continues to work tirelessly to achieve this.
I have been consumed with editing Capo Dei Capi and writing Killer's story. So excuse the delay. I did schedule the post last week. Not sure why they didn't publish. But all is sorted and would be published at 8pm. Furthermore, I will be watching the page to make sure this does not happen again.
School Me Season 3 will be available for purchase by Thursday this week. The links will be up by Wednesday.
The teens of Liston Hills continue to dig themselves in deeper and deadlier holes in the third season of Liston Hills.
“Yes, I would shake your hand but as you can see.” He tilts his head referring to his look alike that has her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.
“Is she your sister?” It’s the dumbest question I could ask. Come on, they are practically identical, same green eyes, same blond hair, same complexion even their face is shaped a like except hers is much younger. But point made, dumb question. He doesn’t answer me, he does however take a step away from the door to allow me to step inside.
When I do, it is like I am taken back to the 1600’s. I feel like I am under dressed with my ripped jeans and DavidHarley sweat shirt I am wearing. Not to mention my old sneakers that has well passed seen its expiration date. I can’t throw them out, I should but my dad got it for me two years ago. And if he was alive I would’ve tossed them out but now he so not alive.
“Would you like something to drink? Or better yet let’s just go sit in the kitchen.” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he walks effortlessly with the giggling little girl still attached to him down a long and wide wooden floored passage way. I rush behind him, my sling leather bag hitting my thigh as I do so. We round another corner going down a long corridor before we make a right and pass down the photo room filled with probably thousands of photos framed on the wall. We take a few steps down then turn left.
“This place is like me a maze.” The awe in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Dexter who chuckles and takes another right in front of me.
“It’s fun, Decky needs exercise. “ She giggles after she’s done talking and I don’t stop the big goofy grin on my face from making an appearance as we finally make it to the kitchen which is something from the movies, dark oak doors, silver fridges, dark oak counters with a tinge of white here and there, “Wow, this place is nice.”
Dexter slip his sister off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.
Dexter slips the girl off his shoulder and she instantly runs to the freezer on the other end of the kitchen and pulls out a tub of ice cream.
“My stepmother had the place redone before she passed on.” He slams the tub of ice-cream on the counter and I can’t help the flinch at hearing his sneer when he talks about his stepmother.
“How many sisters do you have?” I ask him as a way of changing this direction of conversation
“One, she is a twin, her name is Niya and her twin my brother Nolan, they are in Liston Prep Academy. This little one is my aunts daughter. So what brings Reagan’s cousin to my front door? Plan on stealing some art?” His green eyes twinkle as he opens the tub of chocolate ice cream and I squirm at the look he gives me.
“No, Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer.” He stops what he is doing as his small sister runs back to him, “Decky, give me ice cream.”
He holds my gaze for a few seconds before he drops his head down to face the small little girl , “Ah, but I didn’t hear any magical words Casandra?”
“Pleeeease Decky?”
He rolls his eyes as he bends down and opens a cupboard pulling out three bowls , “Go wash your hands, your mother should be around any minute now.”
“Mason said you might be able to help me find my dads killer?” He slides the ice cream spoon perfectly along the surface of the ice cream, resembling a perfect circle.
“And how am I suppose to do that exactly?” He has a big grin on his face and I am not sure if it is from hearing Mason Brays name or the fact that I am here for his help?
“I have no idea, kind of why I’m here.”
He laughs and I hate to admit it, but my stomach flutters as my cheeks heat up when I blush. Dexter is strikingly attractive, his face is sharp ,like cut glass with high cheek bones and firm full lips, but when he laughs it transforms his sexy persona to a boy next door look.
“Okay, come over tonight after eight bring what ever you got and we can take it from there.”
Sabastian
Time is a space , a continuous movement from past to present to future. For me right now it is a reality check of my recent past, a guilty promise of my coming future and a regretful reality of my current state. The woman in my bed next to me is that regret. A big one.
I think back to the evening before.
“Sabastian Delroy, could say I am surprised to see you here but that would be a wasted lie now would it? Considering your father is the host.” The black haired European beauty stares at me as she sips the crystal in her manicured hands.
I’ve stood here in this corner just off the right side of the fire place, watching the bustle of people charade around our entertainment Hall in their branded attire and false faces. My father and Hector Stone haven’t left the table where they are currently seated. Which is not odd as the people in the circle would undoubtedly make contact with the two most richest men in this room.
“How are you Arena?” My eyes travel down her short pearly white dress and toned legs down to her silver four inch heels before meeting her flirty gaze. Her brown eyes twinkle as her bronze skin shines in beauty and probably a small layer of makeup.
“Always good to see you Sabastian.” She answers before she takes the final sip of her Champagne. Giving me the full view of her long naked neck.
“How is your brother? Has his trips to Brazil been forthcoming in his studies?” I ask her as a way to stir up a conversation but also send her a subtle message that I am not interested in rekindling our past.
“Yes, he is still convinced that medicine is his calling, but father would not allow it any longer.” She confesses which takes me back, as in our world knowledge is power. Giving me inside in her brothers ideas isn’t smart business , because it shows weakness but knowing Arena Karon I would be a fool to believe she is not thinking about what she is telling me.
“Business is business, legacy is birthright.” I tell her as I shove my hands in my pocket.
“I have some news I wish to share, maybe after the evening is over?” She smiles, but I can easily tell it isnt an easy one. Arena almost seems nervous. I don’t hide the grin tugging my lips as I watch her squirm.
“Sabastian.”
The voice calling my name has my grin dropping and my eyes narrowing as I look beyond the European beauty to the Texan born blue eyed jock who was once my best-friend now he is just the guy that stole my Vixen and crushed my heart.
“Thought you would be spending the evening with Dainy.” I make a show of looking behind him just for good measure. I don’t want him to know that I am aware Kylie took Dainy to Seattle with her. Reagan isn’t stupid he would know I had a hand in it by one slip up.
“She’s with Kylie, my dad sent me in his place instead.” He reaches out to me and I clap him on the back as he does the same to me. He turns and I have to admire that he doesn’t even have the slightest of interest as he looks at Arena, but I guess if you had Dainy Hallow in your bed one cannot blame you. The thought makes me frown and dampens my mood to an all time high.
“This is Arena Karon, Arena meet Reagan Orniel.” I make the introduction.
Arena makes the first effort and lifts out her hand which Reagan shakes, “Karon, your father is the main investor in the Capital Sourcing.”
She grins as she places her empty glass on a passing servers tray, “Yes, and you the heir to the Orniel fortune, lucky boy.”
Her eyes twinkle and I can already see the wheels turning in her head as to how could Reagan benefit her family name.
Sabastian
“Thanks.” Reagan gives her a tight smile, and I glare at him, as he is not really benefiting my point of having her here in Liston Hills. Alena doesn’t take well to unpleasant people. As far as she is aware Reagan and I are still good friends.
“Alena can Mr Orniel and I have a moment, I’m afraid it is quite important.” I inform her with a smile that is as genuine as Reagan’s is fake.
“Of course, it was a pleasure meeting you Mr Orniel.” She smiles at Reagan, acknowledges me with a quick nod and walks away. I slip a hand out of my pants pocket and straighten my black bow tie as I watch Alena slip into the crowd of people.
“What do you want to say Reagan? We both know you aren’t the guy who follows his fathers orders, especially one to agree to attend a formal business function.”
He smiles , “No I am not, we need to talk about Dainy and you.”
“Trouble in paradise??? There is no Dainy and I, but let us get this over with, follow me.” I say as I start walking a head of him, passing the guest and through the back doors leading to the side steps.
I take it two at a time, the wooden floor spirals up onto the third floors deck. Reagan, Connor, Lucan, Jace, Mason and I used to spend our weekends up on this deck getting high. Those days were now just a memory.
Mason was on his own beat since his dad found out about Sienna and him. They were distant cousins who just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. Sienna was now in boarding school in Manhattan. He blocked her out of his mind and now opted to spend more time with Dexter.
Kylie considered her a sister. But nobody really spoke about her anymore.
Jace is now living with Connor, Aiden and I across from Dainy’s place, but he couldn’t be more further away. Something is up with him. He is spending less time with Aiden which I find odd and more time in my space.
Connor has been going to the Satan Sniper’s clubhouse on weekends helping them with security while the leaders search for Beggar, a supposedly female Mafia assassin.
Lucan spent his time his time gaming as usual. He was supposed to live with us but changed his mind. Never looked forward to it anyway.
And Reagan was occupied with his mothers death, finding out who was behind it while focusing on my vixen and his cousin Lizzy.
I spent my time protecting Dainy, doing business and keeping Reagan from finding out too much information with regards to Gina’s death among other things.
We were all going our separate ways, growing in different directions. The one upside to it all was at least Connor, Jace , Aiden and I were in the same house, so we saw each other regularly. The one person that was missing was Dainy.
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“If you didn’t want to do it, why agree?” I ask my eldest sister, Kylie who is on the end of the phone I currently place down, putting on speaker. I sit my denim covered ass on the breakfast nook eating my double cheese burger I ordered an hour ago. It tastes like shit. Not as shitty as my life but close.
“I never said I didn’t, nobody besides the family knows Diamonds gone, Dainy ain’t stupid, she already suspects something is up. I shouldn’t have used Diamond as an excuse to get her over here in the first place..” Kylie retorts.
My sister and I are not as close as she is with the Stones, and recently she isn’t even close to them. But we do share a common gene, we are both Marcus Bray’s children. We don’t need to be close to count on one another. Diamond , her best friend since second grade and my foster sister since my dad decided to take custody of Diamond, recently left to some unknown government location. My dad was the one to inform me of this little bit of news a few days back.
Like always I had nothing to say about it, Diamond was crazy but cool. She stayed with us practically every weekend but the thing is our house is four floors high, with seventeen bedrooms. Much bigger and grandeur in comparison to The Estate. My room is on the far left, away from everybody besides my father. So unless I was actually in the same space as Diamond I hardly spoke to her. But she was for all intent and purposes part of our family and I did feel a tinge of sadness that she was gone, more so for Kylie.
But I would never share that with my father or sisters. When it comes to my family as a whole I tend to stay out of it. I am the quiet one, preferring to stay out of drama. For this reason and many, I also prefer to spend my weekends faraway from here.
“Ask someone else, I’m sure Reagan can do it, it’s his girl.” Lifting my burger, I take another big bite of my crappy burger.
“One week Mason.” I sit up when I hear this. There is something Kylie has that I need for a while, but my stingy sister has continuously said no.
“It is two days Kylie, fourth eight hours with Dainy. “
“If I wasn’t so sure Papa is your daddy , now would be the time I am. Fine.” I hear the groan but i ain’t buying shit, this is my sister she is worse than me,
“So?” I question my hard headed sister ,
“Two weeks Mason, you scratch my bike and it will be the last thing you scratch, now, what time are you coming?” I smile full on when I hear the words I have tried to get out of her for the last three months.
“Book me a flight.” I say, just as I finish off the last of my dinner.
“Why can’t you take the jet.” Because if our father finds out I left the house after he grounded me he is going to fuck me up. I think it, but I don’t tell Kylie that instead I bellow
“Fuck no, book me a damn flight, I’m on my way to the airport.”
“Then make tracks, I’ll send you the confirmation. “ She snaps back in that bossy tone of hers.
“Yeah, yeah. Later.” The phone goes dead on my ear, which is a normal with my sister.
When Kylie was younger, my sister Natasha and I had just moved in permanently with my dad. My mom died not long after that, and Kylie’s mother upped and left. One would expect our circumstances to have brought us closer but it didn’t.
Kylie preferred to spend her days with my father. Most of the time they would fly to Washington and spend weekends at my dads penthouse. While Natasha stayed with Lisa, my dad’s sister here at the house. I was a lost eight year old with nothing to do and no one to talk to so I got bored and purchased myself a pair of binoculars from the local mall. Best thing I ever did. The same day I bought it was the same day I met Dexter. Turned out he stayed three houses away from me. Turned out he didn’t have a mother. Turned out he was just as eager to spy on the locals as I was.
It turned out a lot of things we thought and did were similar. Which is why him and I became so close. I get up off the breakfast nook, grab my phone, walking toward the long spiral staircase I run up three flights of stairs, then speed dial Dexter.
It rings three times, “Hey, hey motherfucker.” He yells from the other end of the line.
“Jackass, how did the meeting with Sabastian go?” I ask him as I take the long hall toward the packing closets where Kendra, our housekeeper leaves the travelling bags.
“Some dude is threatening Sabastian by threatening Dainy. Got to do some digging, you up for it?” That is the thing about Dexter and I nobody knows. We are worse than women , we tell each other everything and also help one another.
Most of the time I am the one who helps him. After his dad died he inherited his family fortune as well as his families debt that was only payable in time.
And I meant time as in his obedience to be Delroys dirt cleaner and genie. Whatever the Delroys needed they would get it from Dexter. For the rest of his life he would have to work for the Delroys. Doing all their dirty work, cleaning up all their messes, finding all of their fucked shit art pieces they were so keen on collecting. It was a fucked up gig if you ask me, but blood is blood, we inherit the money and name we got to inherit the shit that come with it too.
“Yeah, but I called to cancel for tonight, Kylie offered me her bike if I babysit Dainy Hallow for the weekend, we need the bike.”
He chuckles, “Fuck, I doubted she will agree to look after Dainy without a back up, heard your sister has been on lockdown since Diamond left, and fuck how the hell did she offer you her bike, fuck man, once we have that bike we can finally find that damn disc.” That is the point.
A few months back, Dexter and I stumbled upon a box of CD’s with locations and map point on them in my dad’s old office on the first floor. We were clearing the place out and deciding where we were going to put my gaming stuff and the new pool table my dad got me for my birthday.
We checked the CD’S out and it took us a month to go through them all.
Once we deciphered it we found that one of the CD’s were missing. Diamond happened to walk in on us the one morning and Dexter didn’t think it was a secret so he shared our findings with Diamond.
She then proceeded to tell us that her and Kylie saw these CD’s years ago and that the other piece was locked in the vault which only Kylie and my dad had keys to.
Diamond also mentioned that the keys happened to be on Kylie’s bike. What she didn’t mention is that it was on my sisters new bike. The one that currently stayed in Washington in my dad’s garage.
After I heard that, my interest in motorbikes became an all time high , well according to Kylie it was my new teenage phase. Since then I have bugged Kylie to let me ride her bike. And she easily refused me every time until now.
“Once we have that piece we can finally put this stuff together and find out what was my family hiding.” I say to him as I open the closet door.
“So back to Sebastian , are you up for a bit of hacking??”
“Dude, am I ever not up for cracking peoples secrets?” He chuckles as I pull the black Ferrari back pack out of the long mirrored cupboard.
“Cool, see you Sunday, enjoy.” Dexter clicks the call off and I put my phone in my back pocket.
“Let’s get this fuck show done,” I say to myself
Listen , speak , learn, that is what I have done today. I listened to my stupid coach screaming in my ear as I did !y drills. I spoke when I needed to and I learned, I learned that I was actually sick and fucking tired of this asshole. He has had my ass since last week. Not sure what is up the guys ally. But when I got home today, I decided fuck it. It is Saturday evening. I should be out and today it is exactly what I am doing
The Delroys are hosting a dinner party tonight, and my dad was in no way going to make it with the important deal he has going on in Toronto tonight, so it ended up on me.
I step in front of the long length cupboard mirror. My bow tie hanging loosely around my shirt collar. Buttoning up my shirt I look at the scratches Dainy left Thursday evening. It never ceases to amaze me how wild and crazy she gets sometime.
In fact the other day she left me speechless when she walked into my bedroom with nothing but a red tiny piece of material covering her snatch. Her hair was curled to the side, and she had this deep red lipstick painting her lips.
Just thinking about now has me going hard. And there is nothing I can do about it right now, as my girlfriend decided to spend her time with Kylie. Which is weird because from my knowledge Kylie hasn’t been taking visitors.
But what do I know. Recently things with Rainy is going great. I never looked at myself as a one woman man until I ended up in Dainy’s bed.
Then I was thinking how I messed up, but now as I tie my bow and grab my black tux jacket , I can honestly say thank fuck I did go steady with Dainy, if I didn’t I am sure Sabastian would have her all wrapped up in him by now.
I see the way he looks at my girl, I haven’t said a thing about yet. So far he hasn’t made any plays and I can’t fault the guy for wanting her back, I mean look at her. But Dainy is mine and I am glad she isn’t coming with me tonight. Tonight is the time Sebastian Delroy and I settle somethings.
Lizzy
Death and fear, is it something that works hand in hand, are the two related? Since my arrival in Liston Hills I have come to an involuntary stop trying to find out who killed my father.
Where ever I go I am left with more questions than answers. Gina Lorne my mother’s evil sister died recently and I know her death is somehow linked to my fathers. Proving my theory a few days ago was impossible. But not now. Today, thanks to Mason Bray I have hope.
Mason Bray has followed me continuously these last few weeks and when I snuck into the morgue he made himself visible. I thought about lying and giving him a lame reason why I was practically breaking into the police stations morgue but in the end I just told him the truth.
The guy is crazy, because when I did he offered to help, he bribed the cleaner and before we knew it we were inside getting a first row seat to the dead woman who stirred up things in a dead town.
Not to say that anything came out of it. We found nothing surprising, nothing to indicate the link of Gina and my fathers deaths.
And now a few weeks later here I am looking at the monstrosity of old double doors that came out of a Tomb raiders novel.
It is an easy four meters high and while the Bray house and The Estate are massive, this house is medieval, maybe slightly smaller than the Estate but its like an antique in the form of a house.
Taking in a much needed deep breath I lift my hand to the big square button on the top of the left door and press.
When I was at the main gate a woman buzzed me in and it took me at least five minutes to walk to the house.
Who needs a driveway so long? The people in Liston Hills love their big houses but I notice they are obsessed with their yards. It makes me wonder whether keeping the yards clean is just another way to hide the secrets that are laying in wait inside their homes.
The doors swings open with a loud creak and the blond haired billionaire and CEO of Kent Vaults International stands in from of me with a small girl attached to his back.
My eyes widen when I see that she looks just like him, and a million and one thoughts erupt in my head,
“Hey, you must be Dexter, Mason sent me.” I say as my gaze tracks back to the little girl on his back that is now peeping at me.
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“Didn’t know you were up here.”
My father’s voice drives the imminent silence in the room, taking my attention away from the two women as I turn to face him.
I slip my hands in my pants pocket mirroring his pose.
“Thought I would stay the weekend, since the event is tonight.” I say
“Yes, I would’ve thought you’d invite Dainy.”
I smile at my fathers attempt to snoop, “Not yet, I never liked catfishing.”
He laughs, “It has its disadvantages, but still the best way to catch a big fish.”
Shaking my head my smile widens as I move a few steps closer to my father who is standing by the oak stained door.
“I’ll keep that in mind old man.”
He closes the gap between us.
My father is at least four inches taller in height.
He puts his hand on my shoulder, making sure he has my full attention.
Which he always does.
“I’m proud of you son, you did what you had to, you protected her. That is a man Sabastian. Us Delroys, we only love once, she will come back.”
He looks pass me when he says that , his mind going somewhere in the past.
It isn’t the first time I wonder about his special woman.
My grandfather once told me that my father was in love with his best friend, until she fell in love with someone else, a man from the other side of the tracks.
I never did know who it was that ripped my father’s heart.
He seems to catch his brain somewhere.
Dropping his hand from my shoulder, shoving it into his pocket, he smiles tightly.
His shadows and secrets there for me to see, but my father is such an accomplished man that even I wouldn’t dare cross him, or question him.
“Let’s go have lunch son.” The sound of the Jet sounds the air as he finishes that sentence, and It takes everything in me not to turn around.
We sitting downstairs on the deck, the outside breakfast table set with a variety of cheese,
fruit , nuts, and cold meat.
I’m sipping on my ice tea, whilst my father reads the paper.
The Suns rays shinning directly on the swimming pool when my phone chimes.
I admit that my first thought is Dainy but that hope quickly dies a humiliating death, she
won’t be dialling out as she is with Kylie and one of the things I asked Kylie to do was keep
my vixen busy these next two days .
“Delroy.” I say, answering the blocked number.
“Stop digging or you and your little bitch will be wearing orange suits pretty fucking soon.”
The call is cut, and the male raspy voice rings in my ear.
I remain cool and collective even though I am completely pissed off. My father remains
reading and I push my chair back in a polite manner.
“Not finishing your tea? Did Sheila make it too sweet ?” My father asks not dropping the
paper from his face.
“Tea was lovely as always, I’ve got some business needing my attention, I will see you tonight dad.”
I button up my suit jacket and walk around the house.
My mind, body, even my blood is wanting to run and track this fucker down,
then destroy him.
Nobody threatens my Vixen and gets away with it.
As I round the corner phone still in my hand I speed dial Kent.
“If it can’t wait until next week don’t let me know. I’m stacked,” He says in greeting.
Normally I find his dry sarcasm slightly amusing, today somebody I don’t now got a hold of my number.
Today some strange man threatened Dainy.
Today I think I just might have found out who killed Gina.
“Meet me at the cabin, someone just threatened Dainy.” I put the phone down but not before I hear his muttered fuck.
“So what’s happening with Dainy?” He takes a sip of the whiskey he opted for, walking closer to the couch I am currently sitting on.
I shrug, keeping my eyes on him, whilst my right index finger idly plays with the rim of the glass I have placed on the armrest, “Told you, somebody threatened her.”
“I thought you got Kylie playing bffs’ with her this weekend, how the fuck does she get threatened when she practically has the mafia and the Satan Sniper’s guarding her every move.”
He takes a big gulp of his drink stretching his neck.
“They are not guarding her, and the mafia isn’t guarding anyone, they merely playing i-spy on Kylie for Vincent, there is a difference. I got a call thirty minutes ago from an anonymous male man. Said I should stop digging or Dainy will be wearing an orange suit.”
“Fuck, how did this become so complicated?” He walks toward the three seater directly opposite me in three long strides, and sits down in a Kent fashion. “One small lie and now what? How long are we going to keep running in circles , lying , deceiving people?”
“As long as it takes since when did you have a problem with it?”
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.”
A Delroy always protects their own
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It’s been two weeks since my dad became the prime suspect in the Gina Lorne’s case. One week since I’ve seen Sabastian.
We spent the day together after my dad made bail. I enjoyed it as one would pleasurable chaos.
We laughed,
we fought,
sharing glances of heated history,
while quietening with still very open wounds and it all felt natural.
But I didn’t forget, I didn’t drop my shields I had built around myself ,
a protection against my curse, a protection against Sebastian Delroy and his binding touch.
Sabastian dropped me at home that same day, and it was three days after that when I saw him again.
It was the day him, Jace Stone and my brother finally moved into the monstrosity across the road from my house.
As a good sister and friend I offered to help him unpack. We didn’t finish until late the next morning. It was four days after that when the schools communications app sent out messages of the house party Jace was throwing.
Jace was Reagan’s cousin so I wasn’t surprised my boyfriend insisted we go and it was definitely a party to remember.
Sabastian spent that night hounded by beautiful women and eventually left to his room with Ashley Herne. I can’t say I was okay with that but I didn’t really get a choice in the matter.
To Sabastian, I was the biggest fraud, I was sleeping with his friend. Recently I wasn’t sure how much of friends Reagan and Sabastian actually were.
Watching him go to his room with Ashley ripped my heart but also angered me, stealing something away from me, knowing that he was upstairs touching another girl.
It took everything in me to not run upstairs and disrupt them. However, it was a firm reminder that Sabastian wasn’t mine.
As for Reagan and I? There is a common phrase , hurt me with the truth, never comfort me with a lie. It seems to be a constant reminder of failures in my relationship with Reagan.
Every morning I look at him , every morning I smile a lie of deceitful intent. I used to crave just having his hands on me, but even that too has become tainted.
I don’t hate lying and as many would convince themselves they do I would not, because lying will eventually be the strongest tool I have once Reagan finds out about my involvement with his dead mother.
I do however despise the idea of doing it to protect myself against my own boyfriend. The same boyfriend that brings me cherries every morning. The guy that whispers delicious sensual promises in my ear at night.
There are mornings when I wake up and ask myself will today be the day that Reagan finds out the truth. I’m not going to make it easy for him if he does.
Reagan can’t just leave me.
I have wanted Reagan Orniel since I started liking boys. I loved the guy. He was my neighbor, my friend and now finally he is my lover.
It isn’t the first time I think that, does my heart and mind go to war.
My heart always beats faster, harder when Sabastian is around, or he crosses my mind.
But my mind , my mind warns me of his hurt, of the pain and power he wielded over me.
My mind cautions me of the moment he destroyed me without even a shred of guilt, he didn’t even have to face me, touch me.
“Dainy, Get your ass down here now, we gotta move bitch.” That Southern belle voice perks me up, and brings my mood to a high.
I’m just sitting on my bed and staring at the blank, blackened screen of my phone.
My denim shorts pulled up to the top of my thighs. My white vest blocked by the fan of my open blonde hair.
Upon hearing that voice I am off my bed and rushing out the door in less than a minute.
My feet take the stairs two at a time and right there by the end of the staircase dressed in tight hip hugging black denims , boots, and a body every woman envies and every man dreams about is Kylie fucking Bray.
We hug each other, and it isn’t new to me that my face goes right to breasts.
“Are we living or dying? You said eleven it’s nine.” I take a step away from her embrace giving her eyes my own.
Since the night Reagan went missing Kylie and I have become closer friends. At first I found it weird she was calling me up, I mean she is a Bray, and it’s Kylie,
She is a legend what would she want with me.
But I soon learnt that she just wanted to be friends. This weekend would be the first one I spend at her place in Washington, it is why she’s currently standing in my house and my bags are packed by the door.
Sabastian
Many men have fallen in the face of grace, many women wallowing under the scrutiny of pride. For me it was not grace that caused my fall, it was the hero complex.
The masculine curse to do the right thing. Self sacrifice as some call it. A laugh bubbles up in my mind at how stupid it sounds. With it a deep fire of hatred burning me from the inside, reminding me.
I left Liston Hills , I left Dainy and all my friends behind for one thing, one reason. I was protecting them. I was protecting her most of all.
Now look at me, I have lost more than I bargained. My Vixen is still out of reach, hurting me, pushing the blade deeper until I have nothing left but hatred, yet I still protect her.
These past few weeks I have taken more females to my bed than I had in the past year. I look at myself in the mirror wondering if I am the beginnings of a monster.
I am capable of murder, I am capable of hatred and revenge. And everyday, a longer wait for my Vixen is everyday my heart freezes , closes.
I stare out the window of the third floor of The Delroy Mansion watching Dainy jump into the Jet, but my eyes don’t pause on her as they normally do. My eyes go to the jaded one, that was once like me, Kylie Bray.
She once loved, not long ago and now look at her. She smiles when she feels the need to, does as she has to, but behind it all she is as hard as a steel volt.
I saw Kylie a few weeks back, with Dainy, Jace and Dexter. I barely recognized the Bray heiress.
Her eyes that once flickered with youth, love, passion and a drive for life ,were dim, dying a painful excruciating death.
I saw Kylie again this morning when she landed upon my request to get Dainy away from here for the weekend. She didn’t give me any of her false pretenses, she kept for some people. She let me see the death in her eyes, the monster she was slowly becoming.
I wasn’t surprised, because my father and many of our fathers have that same look. We are born in money , but we are cursed in love. People like us aren’t happy. We are too greedy.
Lies, become more lies, murder becomes a natural part of life and the secrets, the secrets pile up. They eat away at our soul. Until we are nothing but a shell of hard shield.
Honed to keep moving, driven to succeed. And no matter who, or what stands in our way we are taught that there is no other way but to remove the obstacles.
That is the end for today. Stay tuned tomorrow. Same time. Same Place. And Welcome to All our New Liston Hiller’s
To those of you who are new, if you want the story to go a certain way, drop those comments or email me on shanRk@zoho.com
A SUSPENSEFUL ROMANTIC THRILLER ABOUT A MYSTERIOUS WOMAN NAMED BEGGAR
I was on the streets, until I wasn’t. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.
His name was Zero.
He wasn’t just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.
Meet the girl-
Beggar:-
I’ve never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington has been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile.
Now meet
Zero:-
I know I should let it rest, but I can’t drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it’s important.
I’m the enforcer. If there’s even a thread that she’s a danger to my club I need to know.
When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of a Satan Sniper. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted.
She gets more than she ever hoped to. A mans heart. But with secrets from her past and the man in question set of uncovering the dark that’s plagued her. Will she learn that the enforcer of the Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything. Even the reason she calls herself Beggar.
“When I was younger I was a beggar by circumstance, when I got older I remained a beggar by choice.” Beggar
BEGGAR IS A FULL LENGTH NOVEL AND THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SATAN SNIPER’S MOTORCYCLE CLUB SERIES.
So here is the thing- ‘It is complicated’ Isn’t that the status on most of facebook’s About page 🙂 True isn’t it?
Hey Guys.
So I was working today on the plot for my new book. Researching required me to learn about dating in the modern world. So, like I always do with my books, I went to the source.
I started asking questions, (In a sly way), trying to figure out the modern thoughts of past people. (Pun intended)
My findings were quite the eye opener for a sheltered lady like myself. But what I heard, it does hold its volume in a crowded room. Modern love is in one way just like the movies. ‘You meet me, I meet you, we have our drama but we get married’ sounds familiar to a few of you doesn’t it?’ Sure does.
But for most, your mind is probably going through those breakups that left you in a puddle, or got you drunk one night (you don’t want to remember those) or maybe that special one that got away and left you listening to Passenger ‘hearts on fire’.
Or remember that one, who said all the right words and disappeared into dust after you responded in more ways than text (Catch my meaning).
Oh, okay then, I will stop.
Let us not talk about that one! How about the ones you met on a dating site? All the lines perfect but wait, they are NOT who they claim to be? (Sorry guys, I feel for you)
Then there are the emotionally detached ones, who don’t know what they want. It is like hot and cold water, the perfect blend and you won’t get out of the shower.
But I am not just referring to you guys, I am also talking about the ones who want to make the world better (the naive changers) ‘I can change her mind’, ‘I can make him want more.’ Sounds familiar? (Guilty)
Sorry to tell you all, but Romance in the Modern world is not easy. It is more difficult than riding a motorbike, but like the throttle of that engine as it flies through the traffic and you feel like you are flying, it can be one hell of a ride.
Society has now set standards. You can be matched up to your perfect somebody by AI, and a few short questions. (Talk about easy) Might as well just see what is out there. You meet, greet, or go running. Sometimes you have those goo eyed moments where it is ‘Christian Grey in the house’ (Hola ladies). Or a Meghan Fox with the bluest eyes you have ever seen (Whoa there men, control yourselves.)
Sad thing about that picture? Even those who spend 16 hours in their office can find that ‘quality’ love, you know the superficial kind where you just swipe right.
Who said we need dating tables, and parties, or those fancy dinners we go to.
Galas, remember those? Well, those ones are even more rare than a persons dating history. (I am referring to the actual Boyfriend, girlfriend kind. Not the ‘I don’t want a relationship, let’s keep it casual one’).
All you need is a really good camera and a device with a fast internet connection.
Match made in heaven, or is it? The answer is simple, it depends on you. What you are searching for, when you search for it. (Timing is everything people) It is a predators world. The strong rise and the weak wither to nothing but crumbs. (tasty treats, yum)
In the older times, it was similar except people didn’t have phones. And cars weren’t a must have.
Now? We can just access the emotion (Love) from a phone.(In case you didn’t know, A phone can drop and break and you can go to a shop and pick up a new one) Just saying.
No more going out on dates, just video call. No more leaving your comfort zone, just google a dating site (Duh).
Don’t bother going shopping after work, spending hundreds of dollars on a fancy new outfit to attract the wanted attention because it is a video call and by the time they meet you, you’ll have already cracked all imperfections on a live camera. (Save for a trip to Prague)
Don’t misread my words, and think I don’t like the new way of the world. I love it.
I can’t not shop online, I can’t even write a blog without the internet. One better- I would have never have became an Author, with 9 books published and a blog with over 2000 followers.
So believe it when I tell you that I love the internet.
But what about the ways most use it to find love? (That one is touchy for a single person like myself)
People actually find quality relationships on the internet. I mean have you guys seen how many dating apps are there? I have. There are hundreds if not more (I HOPE NOT).
Hey! Let us not judge, it works.
They even have ones specialized for your needs. Have any hidden fantasies, you want to come true? There is a dating app for that.
Want some one night loving? There is an app for that too.
Looking for your soulmate? YUP, you guessed right. There is an app for that. (PLENTY)
But I get back to my question, what is LOVE IN THE MODERN WORLD
I am dying to hear what IS your impression of love is, in this modern world. SO DROP THOSE COMMENTS AND WRITE THOSE EMAILS, INSPIRE ME.
shanRk@zoho.com
Well, while I was reading Beauty’s Breath, because it is getting released tomorrow, I had this feeling of so much emotion clogging me.
PHEW. So, with all my dramatics I cried horribly. My daughter was looking at me weird. I told her I was reading and she started laughing and said, “Oh mama.”
So long story short, the book is a great book. I am happier with this piece of work than I was with River’s Keeper. The story has you wanting to pull out your hair at times. Which is funny because I wrote it. But I have always wrote stuff for my own enjoyment so I find it easy to forget that I wrote a book and read it.
I am getting off track again, sorry guys. When reading Zero and Beggar’s fight scene it hit me. Killer’s Story.
So I wrote a small piece and It isn’t much but I want to share it with you guys.
“Baby girl you breaking my heart.”
“Kevin, don’t please, I just, I can’t.” Words don’t come easy when a heart is breaking, it gets harder when the only one who can mend it chooses not to.
“I thought I will never find a woman who made me feel, but baby girl, I love you. You are it for me Sienna. You were never the one I wanted, but you are the only one I will ever want again.”
“Kevin.”
“I know baby, I feel you too.”
So that is it so far. But I see awesome things coming to the Satan Snipers. I want to spice things up. Killer is also going to get a two or three part story. Then my hope is to write Rivers and Hannah’s story. So more on that soon. Don’t forget to stay awesome. Email me on shanRk@zoho.com and let me know what you people think
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