Todays short story goes to Mischa DeMarco. It is a small piece I wrote right now.
Now that the Secrets of the Famiglia is finished I am going to be doing a Spin off series about the Shadows. But before that I am going to do a full novel about 20 year old Mischa (Marco’s daughter)
The Sins of my mother
Mischa
I used to think life was easy, I used to think that I could make any choices, and I would never turn my outcome. So I lived, I loved, I breathed on my sins until I suffocated. Gravity forgot about me. The earth was too low from the sun. I felt invincible. I had hopes and dreams that didn’t mean much to others, but to me, it meant everything.
I remember the day when I met you. Your heart was vaulted behind your pain. Your eyes a mystery for the hurt you festered for so long. I knew you were drowning and I wanted to save you. I wanted you like I wanted my next hit. I knew I could twist your pain into just remembrance. I was certain I could make you laugh harder than the ice surrounding you. So I set it up, I twisted your faith because I could and in the interim I fell hard and fast for my next addiction.
I never had an intention on staying this long. My heart didn’t have a feeling besides a coldness that resuscitated me. I would dream of it all. I used to believe in a world were I couldn’t exist. I hated myself. I wanted it to end. I wanted it to become a memory. But I pulled on my ropes too hard that my bleeding wounds remained. I couldn’t hang on not even for you. But then she came and I knew I had to try. I fought my demons everyday and I began to believe that I finally conquered it. There was hope after all. Do you remember the times when I laughed. You really did that. You out of the entire male population breathed something into me. But my darkness swirled, it didn’t like the power you had on me. So I did what I always did. I made sure you soared while I died. I made sure you smiled while I pretended.
I am not sick or crazy. I am not mad or insane. I am just haunted by my past. I fear that if you really saw me, if you really looked in my eyes it will frighten you. I am not made for this happiness, I was made for something else.
She is my anchor. I will live for her, I will soar because of her, but I have to let you go. Its for your own good. God abandoned me the day I was born. I have never told anybody this but I know about my father. My mother once got so high that she confessed. I was the product of a rape. I was a mistake. Something born with no love. You are an amazing man but I can not be that girl. I have to live in the darkness where I belong. I do not deserve your love and affection. I don’t deserve to smile when I am the outcome of another’s torture.
Sovereign is a brand new series I’m working on. The story involves a group of New Adults from another world. While humans exist in their world, they are not the superior species. That title belongs to Sprites, Ethereals and Runics.
I first got the idea of the book by watching Yellowstone, and reading plenty of fantasy books of recent. At first I was toying with the idea of starting the book where a bunch of new adults finish graduating as Sovereigns. They have already graduated from their training and they come across a beastly creature, but I figured a good background story won’t give this kind of book justice.
Sometimes with a great story, we can’t just start from the centre and hope it makes sense. One needs to find that beginning, the moment of exciting bliss, where your fingers itch, and heart soars as your brain becomes lost in the words, the story. So I had to leave the project alone.
So I left the book alone for a while, as is the best way when one can not see the beginning, why chase for the end?
But recently I found my fascination elsewhere, stuck on a painting of a bird, that has taken residence on my wall for the last 3 years, and not once have I actually taken a moment to stare at it. But a month ago I did. I was cutting my nails (Yes, it’s normal) when I looked up and it was like something staring me in the face. I couldn’t look away. I was engrossed in something that was meant to be ingrained in my brain. And that led me to revisit the book idea again.
The bird (So you can have some visual)
It was that same night I had a dream, and in my dream there was an entire new world, new species and they were fighting each other for power. The Runics thought the Ethereals were horrid people, and the Runics and Ethereals hated the Sprites, because they were so untamed compared to the others. The dream also had another, called Mallots and the Mallots were mixed breeds, not welcome by any of the three. They ended up raised by humans or thrown to live with the Sprites unless they were Sovereign.
So that is how the story began. A little flutter and a forgotten bird.
Once it began it couldn’t, and wouldn’t be ignored, so I began. Because at some part in all of this, three things should happen.
The first, is getting the story started, whether you end up deleting it or not, one must start so the characters can come to life. Here is a small piece I wrote.
To be born with the mark of a sovereign is to be born with the title of Valor. No last name shall be given to those who bear the markings, for only ones name and breed is important.
The Devine shall reign superior in rank of the Sovereign.
I purse my lips at the scripture on the top of the 14 metre tall warded mirror as hundreds of Sovereigns enter the Citadel.
The breed part didn’t make my kind feel so welcome, especially since we’ve had tiff with the Ethereals’ since the moon phase 752 AZ (After Zodayra). Well as much of it as we can without it causing a full out war. Neither wanted that. The humans were just caught in the middle since then. Twenty three years is a long time to hold a grudge with another kind. Ask me, it was annoying as shit.
The Ethereal’s didn’t make for easy living, or an amicable one either.
The issue wasn’t the humans, it was us, the Runics. Unlike the Ethereals, who possessed wings and a group of Ancient immortals with exceptional dangerous abilities known as Devines. The Runics magic was bound to our spirit phase, Gravity, Nature, Water, Heat and the rarest of our kind, Sensors.
The sensors were born on the blue blooded moon, and could manipulate all the elements as well as ones senses, smell, taste, touch and sight. It is a given they are born Sovereign.
I look at the blue sparkling crackles on my cheekbones as it fades to a barely noticeable imprint. If only I could get the mark of Sovereign to fade away from my ear, I wouldn’t have to attend this place. But being born a twin made sure that ship became impenetrable. If one twin was born sovereign, so shall the other. It’s a given. My brother is three hours a head of me due to complications but we still managed to bare the sovereign mark.
“Hurry up. I don’t want to get stuck in the back row. The 3rd Valors always pick on the 1st who stand at the back.” My brother keeps his head to the front of him, no doubt looking at potential allies.
Once the story has begun, there is two things I believe is a must with world building. The first is the most important thing and I call it the illegal planner and notebook. The notebook I make can never be sold, the pictures I add on them have copyrights to them and belong to other people. But most importantly, what I put in the illegal planner and notebook is my closest picture of what I would need to build a world, from the inside to the outside of a building, to the looks of the characters, to their personalities, habits, powers, weaknesses, what makes them great, what makes them not.
Here is my illegal book planner and notes
Once I start with this, it will take weeks to put together all the notes and begin to build the world.
Next week we will go a lot deeper, and get a head start in the book, but for now, please take a moment to sign up to my blog, newsletter and share with your firends.
The links to the podcast will be up hopefully by next week.
Last year was a slow social year on my side. I spent most of the year focusing on my writing and going through previous published books. It wasn’t a wasted year but it wasn’t a productive one either. I spent it reading, writing and living.
However I managed to write 13 new books (more about that part futher down).
Before I continue I just want to bring some special attention to my new favourite read. Now I know some people hate it, and others are obsessed.
I AM in the ‘insanely hooked’ category when it comes to my new latest book craze – Fourth Wing.
Love the Violet and Xaden lovers quadrant thing they have going on. It is hot.
I was like a screaming banshee the first three times I read it. I am reading it for the fourth time, and this time I can finally be seen reading in public. I swear I am a lot more behaved.
Start Sunday, March 3rd, I will be starting a live review channel on Tiktok and Youtube. I will post a link so you guys can check out my review for the fourth wing.
If you want a copy of this book please get on this dragon riders vibe and be immersed and obsessed. We all need a bit of distractions now and again.
Onto other news, I decided this year I would focus on republishing the older books and releasing the new books. Although I have had plenty of hiccups updating the older ones. For now, have a look at this amazing new video. They are character cards, which I would be sharing with you guys in the near future as the weeks go by.
I was thinking every week we should focus on one character and really break them down, until we all get well acquinted. Let me know what you think. I will be cross posting on the blog and social accounts. However there will be extra post on some of my social media, so if you guys aren’t following me, you should definitely get that sorted out.
So without boring you to death let me get to the good stuff.
I am glad to be announcing the start of my new blog – The Story behind the story. The blog would showcase my work, where I get my inspo from, some extra behind the scenes stories about the characters, plenty of hints and freebies and obviously giveaways.
One of the new covers to show you guys. And yes, these books are edited.
Talking about free stuff – In the beggining of this year I joined a group of Authors in order to distribute a book a month for free. So all existing subscribers will be getting a free ebook every month for 2024. So if you want to be an official subscriber, just fill out the form below and I will gladly add you all onto the official mailing list.
As for the rest. I used to write a page a day on the blog, but recently with so many kindle vella’s and webnovels out there, I want to do something a bit more daring and offer you guys a audio page a day (Yay) and it will be free. All you need to do is keep your eyes open for the link I will be posting soon.
The podcast will be updated every wednesday starting February 14th, 2024. Once the season is over, I will compile the podcast into an ebook and print and sell it online. But the Audiobook will remain free.
The Audiobook will be about a dystopian world. It will have romance, action, adventure, lots of suspense and definitely have no cliche story line. So please follow, subscribe, like and share. I love it when you guys join in on the stories, it just makes it a million times better. And remember it is free. No coins needed, you can listen to it while driving to work in the morning, or having your late night bath, or running on the treadmill, or like me, while you are cooking, although I would just keep in mind the R18 parts will not be for kids, (duh) and while I will try to keep it down, there is obviously no promises. The stories never get told the way I intend it to be. My characters always just take over.
Onto more interesting news, let’s talk about my newsletters. So I will be posting my newsletters on the 1st and 15th of every month as well as posting them on my blog and website this time around. So if you haven’t yet signed up, please do.
Now the moment you have waited for…
Books to come
Conceptionof Truth – 14th February, 2024
“When do you decide to forgive childish grudges and face what you have broken?”
Marco and I were once strangers, then by a false coincidence we became lovers. It was short lived, and he chose another. Hurt by his rejection it was easy to become his enemy. So lovers to enemies we were, until Marco began a war. I never wanted the bloodshed to stain my wedding dress crimson, but Marco made sure our union wasn’t one of love, it was a union of death. Forced into a marriage I don’t want, with my lovers killer, I must finally face the truth and admit one of us is lying. My husband thinks I am the evil queen. A monster is what he calls me. He is blind, mad with rage, so he can’t see, I am the only Villian who won’t pull the trigger.
A brand spanking new rewrite of Conception of Truth.
Darkness has a new name and she comes dressed in a white wedding dress, stained with the blood of her enemies, and the sins of her husbands. Aliyana Capello Catelli finally tells us, who killed Ren.
“It is said the chains that bind us are often the ones strong enough to corrupt us.”
Nara Ravensworth was born bound to me. Forced in her proximity, I walked in her dreams. A forbidden encounter, a hidden love blossomed so great I myself couldn’t control the outcome. Neither of us knew I was meant to be her ultimate ending.
I have spent eons on this earth, fighting who I am, until now.
I once told her, the day will come and we’ll meet face to face. Our hearts will beat as one, and we would dance in the sky.
But what I didn’t tell her is that I was created to end her. It is my sole purpose.
She’s convinced I am her fated, and I am convinced she is my consort, but what if we are wrong? what if she is the endless, a bringer of chaos, a Lightwatcher so powerful she would tip the heavens and hell upside down?
What do I do then?
“I am meant to love you, yet still choose everyone else above you, that is our fate.”
The Prince of Souls – tbr
A house of blades and legions – tbr
My brother’s Keeper – tbr
A Frosted sin – tbr
Starting from Sunday, February 4th, I will be posting sneak peaks into the books and a behind the scenes look at what it takes to write these stories. So stay tuned.
All books written by Shan R.K. have no AI writing.
Other Books in the series:
The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club
River’s Keeper – Book 2 Zero – Book 3 Beauty’s Breath – Book 4 Killer – Book 5 Sienna – Book 6 (New Release)
Interesting Fact: The Secrets of The Famiglia, The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club, Love, Hate & Billions and Lessons from a Suspect are all linked to a much larger plot.
The preferred reading order for heightened enjoyment is as follows:
Beggar Capo Dei Capi Kylie Bray The Things you teach me River’s Keeper Zero Beauty’s Breath Union Of Death Queen of Killers Conception Of Truth Killer Sienna A Frosted Sin
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P.S If you wish to follow my new podcast, pop me an email, shanRk@zoho.com to subscribe, it is 100% free or wait patiently for the links to be posted on my website and blog. I will create a drop down tag for the podcast on my website to make it a bit easier. Stay amazing and remember this is your year to shine, so enjoy it.
My fall scattered all the pieces in me until I had a small part left. That last sliver of my humanity was stolen from me by the enforcer of The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club. He name is Zero.
Zero
Once Upon a time I met a girl and I loved her with everything in me. Then one day she betrayed me. She chose him over me.
Now she is back but for how long ?
…
The Satan Snipers continue with their hunt for Lucca as another threat lurks in the misty waters of Kanla.
Women are dying and it is up to The Satan Snipers to find the ones who are guilty.
As the club hunts down their enemies Beggar and Zero are faced with questions and new obstacles in their path.
How do I choose between the woman I love and my own flesh and blood?
Now it was Monday and I have just arrived home to find Mason sitting on the bed of his truck waiting for me.
“Howdy there Ms. Sherlock.” He greets me with his new nickname as I jump out of my Camaro.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be like I don’t know, let me see, football practice? I heard you guys are playing against us this weekend.” I say as I grab my back from the passenger seat and slam the door.
His light green gaze wrinkles and it isn’t the first time I see the stark resemblance he has to his sister, Kylie, and father.
“Nope, we train at 6 am, not pm.” He jumps down and I get a full view of his sculpted legs in his light blue denim.
He crosses his arms and I arch my brow as he flexes his pec. Reagan Orniel is handsome and a total jock thru and thru and he is my cousin, but Mason Bray. Fuck me to blindness the guy puts Chris Hemsworth to shame. His dark rich brown hair is shorter than it was a few weeks back and the scruff on his jaw screams man. Not a seventeen-year-old preppy boy.
“So I came to pick you up. We meeting Dexter in the main house in an hour.” He stares at me intensely, my face flushes and I can my face, slip my bag over my shoulder and silently thank out creator for Mason Bray. Gosh, the guy is hot.
I have never considered myself as shallow or some girl who goes crazy over a hot face but now I seriously need to consider it. Since I met Mason I have had all kinds of crazy fantasies starring Mason Bray and myself.
My long legs eat up The distance to my door in no time. I get inside my house and drop my bag on the sofa in the lounge.
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“Tad Presley, hmmmm, now what do I owe the pleasure of today?” The sarcasm is thick in my voice as the handsome richly dark skinned Billionaire playboy sits next to me on the cemented seating.
The guy is a critically important jackass at our prestigious school. He is on the lacrosse team because apparently ‘dum fool’s’ Play football but a real man plays lacrosse.
He is an egotistical rich boy. A cliché if I am speaking from the world’s point of view.
His dad was an engine specialist for Lamborghini until he developed his own engine with parts and all. Now they use it in NASCAR and other major races. He is also the newest man whore since my boyfriend changed his status from playboy to taken.
“I’m inviting you and loverboy to my house this Friday,” Tad says as he snatches my juice box from my tray and puts his chino covered leg on the table not too far from my food.
“Can’t, Reagan has a game.”
“The game is Saturday Dainy, besides I was talking about Delroy, Reagan is like a bull and everyone else is waving a red flag his way, did you hear about his and Delroy’s punching match? Heard Delroy won.”
He shoves the straw in my juice box and lifts it to his mouth. I get up fast and snatch my juice box back and suck the mango goodness down as I stare at Tad.
My smile is as false as my words when I tap his face with my finger and say , “And I heard Rita and Wendy got an s t d after a night with you. Now I could choose to believe these rumors or I could be a good Christian and remind myself it ain’t any of my business.”
His face tightens in anger and that is when I laugh and sit back down, “Now, back to that party, Of course, I would love to come to your party.”
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I slam my locker door closed, and rush toward my science class.
Today is pop quiz day. The idea of the word pop is supposed to mean we don’t know about it.
But this is Liston High Private. Everybody knows about everything. Our school is like a pound filled with gossipers, trouble makers and divas.
Surprisingly the principal manages to keep our year exams a secret. (He doesn’t really, he sells our papers for five hundred dollars a page. And math he doubles it)
My best friend Christopher Hugh meets me at the door of our physics class while all the other kids rush in side, mumbling their hellos, while the girls giggle and bat their eyelashes at my best friend.
“Yo Dainy, how was the weekend with the infamous Madon Bray ?” Christopher asks me as I give him an one-arm hug by the door glaring at Ashley Herne as she passes me.
“Madon.” I snort at that ridiculous name Christopher made up in 8th grade when Mason punched our then history teacher, Mr Ricken after he told Mason to remove his entitled ass from his classroom when Mason told Mr Ricken that he should be teaching 4th graders history not 8th.
“Nothing to remember and I mean that in a totally grey way.”
Christopher leads me into the room with his hand on my back, and we immediately walk to our chairs that are four rows from the front.
“You telling me that the Madon Bray was actually tolerable? Have you been holding out on me? Or has my hearing finally gone awol?”
“I’m saying that it actually wasn’t that bad. Now back to more interesting topics, did you really shack up with Bronwyn and Billie Tanner?”
We sit down as Ms Carmichael and Ms Nelan enters the classroom.
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