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Kylie Bray 

Book cover of Kylie Bray : Kylie Bray: A Stone Heart series book 1

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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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. 

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School me p3 (page 8)

Sabastian

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“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.”

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School me p3 (page 6)

Sabastian

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. 

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School me p3 (page 5)

Sabastian 

“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. 

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

School me will be posted Tuesdays to Fridays. Where as the past two seasons were posted from Mondays to Thursdays. 

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome

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School me p3 (page 6)

Sabastian

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. 

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School me p3 (page 5)

Sabastian 

“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. 

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

School me will be posted Tuesdays to Fridays. Where as the past two seasons were posted from Mondays to Thursdays. 

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome

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School me p3 (page 4)

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 pretences 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. 

So to all of you new folks welcome… 

To find out more about school me and what’s it about please check the menu on my website….Alternatively you may email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

School me will be posted Tuesdays to Fridays. Where as the past two seasons were posted from Mondays to Thursdays. 

All comments and suggestions are always accepted…

Enjoy the rest of your week and don’t forget to stay awesome



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School me p3 (page 2)

Dainy



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 was 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 its 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. 

Comments and Ideas can be sent to shanRk@zoho.com or shanaazk47@gmail.com and of course posted on the blog or my web page. Tomorrow I will be posting some teasers for Kylie Bray as well as School Me 

For those of you who haven’t read the first two seasons of School me, the links are below

School me part 1

School me part 2

Recommended songs for this week- reputation“>Taylor Swift 

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School me p3 (page 1)

Dainy

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 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. 

Comments and suggestions can be posted on the blog or emailed to shanRk@zoho.com or shanaazk47@gmail.com ….I am really excited about been back and so are Liston Hills Elite… This season is gong to be better and hotter than ever. 

School Me: It’s time Dainy Hallow started paying attention (Liston Hills Book 1)“>School me part 1

School me: part two: I had a plan, nobody told me he HAD one too (Liston Hills Book 2)“>School me part 2