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.
“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.
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He looks sexy but tired. His stubble longer than the last time I saw him. His hair line showing the beginning signs of greying. The blackness of his eyes always capturing my attention are downcast, if I can call it that, as his mouth remains in that harsh scowl I have come to expect. “Did you have a fun night? Was it everything you hoped?” He asks me with that baritone voice of his. “Yes, thank you.” He signals Dexter and Sabastian to leave and I don’t miss the four Mercedes parked around his car. I stop just in front of Marco and he lifts my left hand kissing the ring on my finger with such gentleness I shiver. He is angry, I can tell because I have seen him calm, I have seen him murderous and then I have seen him angry. The night I went to his penthouse, he was livid. “Good, next time you choose to go out to a party, start by at least informing me. There is a war happening and you, my lovely wife are a Queen,” he pauses, waiting until he knows my anticipation of his words overweight all logic. “Powerful but still expendable.” Those two words shatters what little dignity I possess around this man. How do I love such cruelness, how do I find the best parts of him, I am to learn to love, when even his gentleness comes offered on a bed of double edged blades? I don’t. I swallow hard as he puts my hair behind my ear and lifts my chin until I am looking into his eyes. “Believe it or not Aliyana, but this King wants his Queen alive. Don’t ever touch another man again, understand.” I nod my head. “Let’s get home. I want to greet my wife properly.” He kisses my nose and opens the door and I slide into the leather heated seats. The drive home isn’t an unpleasant one but the silence is not golden on my part as I have a lot of questions but I can tell Marco has a lot on his mind namely my inevitable end. Is it wrong to marry your enemy? Probably. Is it wrong to sit back while you know that said enemy wants you dead? Definitely. Learn more or get your order onto your tbr Conception Of Truth: A Suspenseful Mafia Romance (Secrets of the Famiglia Book 4)
Married to a mafia ✅ That said mafia is a crime boss✅ You are a Queen with a lot of things he wants✅ He marries you to get what he wants✅ You are a lot more smarter than he thinks✅ He tries to take out your friend✅ You take out his ✅ Both of you hate each other ✅ Both of you need each other✅ Both of you want each other✅ Both of you choose each other (hmmm I guess you would need to read it and find out)📜
I closed my eyes, the fragments of reality and fantasy swirling in my mind. The memory of those piercing blue eyes haunted me, tugging me between mystic fantasies and harsh realities. The scent of burnt sweet perfume lingered, mingling with freezing scents, sending chills down my spine. Was it all related? Was this what death meant? I didn’t want to wake, but I did.
Gradually, I became aware of the stiffness in my neck, the hard surface beneath my back. I sensed movement, the silence broken only by the faint hum of a car. Slowly, reluctantly, I opened my eyes to the darkness of the van’s interior. The pounding headache threatened to overwhelm me as memories flooded back—the Elvan mountain, the fight with demons, the betrayal of Raphael.
I blinked, my head pounding as I struggled to make sense of it all. And then, his eyes met mine—dark and mysterious, unlike any I had ever seen. William Blackwyll, the man from my dreams. His sinful stare left me undone, heat rising in my soul. I tore my gaze away, focusing instead on the familiar green eyes of my brother, Calub.
Liam took a step back, giving me space. He had held me earlier, his concern evident as we navigated the aftermath of our ordeal. As I looked around, I felt a surge of gratitude for their presence—Kole, Jullie, and Liam—all drained, yet still standing by my side.
But Liam’s worry weighed heavily on me. My body lacked the energy to heal itself, and without the Tahore, I knew I wouldn’t survive. I felt his gaze on me, his longing palpable. He was captivated by me, his thoughts racing as he struggled to contain his desire.
I shifted uncomfortably, the heat rising in my cheeks as Jullie hugged me. Liam remained silent, his gaze fixed on me. I tried to ignore the intensity of his stare, focusing instead on Jullie’s words. My fever was too high, my emotions like wildfire.
I forced myself to sit up, trying to push aside the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume me. Liam’s presence was a comfort, but also a distraction. I needed to focus, to find the strength to survive. And as I looked into his eyes, I knew that I couldn’t let myself be consumed by desire—not now, not when my life was hanging in the balance.
I slightly parted my lips with satisfaction, the certainty of our survival no longer in question. The lingering uncertainty had dissolved, leaving me grounded, yet with a burning anticipation simmering within me, like melted wax waiting to be unleashed. Placing my hand on my brother’s leg, I uttered to him, “We made it,” a grin spreading across my face as the words sounded foreign to my own ears. “We’re alive, right?”
Calub’s eyes reflected appreciation, overcoming his guilt as he acknowledged his sister’s abilities. Despite his earlier doubts, he now recognized her prowess. “Thanks to the mighty Liam, but you were amazing yourself. You really kicked ass, sis.”
Interrupting him, Liam’s tone was stern, perhaps tinged with frustration or concern. “You shouldn’t have been there in the first place. It was reckless, and now my energy is depleted. If Raphael attacks now, it won’t end well.”
Feeling the throbbing in my head intensify, I pushed my legs up and settled next to my brother on the chair. “I need a painkiller. My head feels like it’s going to explode.”
Liam’s gaze bore into me, his eyes black and intense. I could feel his emotions stirring within me, emotions I wasn’t prepared to confront at that moment. Despite the chaos of the mountain, I struggled to find the right words to say to him. Sitting next to him, the desire to be closer to him was undeniable, but I had to maintain composure. As I glanced at his lips, memories of our dreams flooded my mind, igniting a rush of heat and longing within me. Blinking rapidly, I felt a flush spread across my face as I placed my hands on my cheeks, realizing they were just as warm as my thoughts.
Refocusing on Liam, I realized my brother was speaking, but I was lost in the intensity of Liam’s gaze. Unconsciously, I found myself inhaling deeply through my mouth, caught off guard by my own actions. Jullie’s throat clearing snapped me out of my reverie, bringing me back to the present moment.
Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I found myself lost in the sensation of his lips against mine, a fantasy playing out in my mind. “What?” I was stunned, my gaze darting to Calub so quickly that my face flushed with embarrassment.
“I can take your headache away, but…” His voice trailed off, and I avoided looking at him, scratching my neck nervously. Oh, he was absolutely gorgeous, tapping his index finger on his lips. I needed to pull myself together, to say something. “Painkillers?” I blurted out, clearing my throat.
His lips quirked up into a grin, but the car stopped, and he remained silent. My head was pounding, and Liam could help, but he seemed to be making things difficult. After five minutes of silence, frustration boiled within me. “Are you going to stop damn looking at me and help or WHAT?”
Before he could respond, Liam intervened. “No need.” His hand reached out and cupped the nape of my neck, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might kiss me. But he didn’t. Instead, he looked down, and I wondered if I had hurt him. Closing my eyes, I welcomed the sensation of his rough, callused hands massaging my neck, easing the pain. I couldn’t help but moan in relief as he released his grip and sat back.
“Thank you,” I murmured, feeling a sense of gratitude wash over me.
“Well, you should,” Liam replied, his gaze promising something more. Anticipation fluttered within me.
“I will collect my thanks later,” I chuckled, leaning back. This man was sure to lead me to the brink of what I could only imagine.
From the back, Kole’s voice cut through the tension. “Lighten up, brother. If you hadn’t yet again tried to play hero, there would have been no need for Clare to come chasing after you in the first place.”
“I wasn’t chasing after him,” I blurted out, feeling the need to clarify.
Liam turned his head to face the window, his voice rising with rage. “They will have to answer for this when all is said and done,” he declared, his eyes churning with fury. “The penalty for any Lightwatcher who breaks the peace treaty without permission from the Advisors is death or imprisonment. I will have to have a chat with them.”
As their voices trailed off, I watched them exchange uneasy glances. Feeling left out, I noticed something startling. “Where are Phillip, Tash, and Alexa?” I inquired, my concern growing.
Calub turned to look at me briefly before retrieving his cell phone from under his leg. “They’ve gone to get Mom to meet us. Alexa’s at Kole’s place by now,” he explained.
Turning my gaze to Jullie, I pressed for more information. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Amidst the others’ shouting, I pushed my way to the front passenger seat, settling in next to Kole. I noticed a huge grin spread across his face, something I found unusual. “I couldn’t hear you,” I said, puzzled. “What’s with the happy face?”
He laughed heartily, a whimsical smirk playing on his lips. “Look at yourself in the mirror, love.”
Confused, I glanced at the rearview mirror, only to discover the reason behind Kole’s grin. Staring back at me was a reflection I hardly recognized—a newfound sense of strength and determination glimmered in my eyes, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that had plagued me before. It was then that I realized that despite the challenges ahead, I was ready to face them head-on.
It’s a small short story, since I am currently busy with another book, but the point of this, is sometimes a wrongness in your life can end up becoming something so much more than we anticipate. It can change us in a way and help us to grow. Not all paths are meant to be treaded on light feet, some of them have to be swam. Enjoy. Tomorrow join me for my book review. I will be reviewing the fourth wing.
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.
I listen to mason talk about his life. I can’t help but think of my dad, would he like Mason.
When I was younger my dad and I used to sit by a fire and talk about the uncomfortable topic of boys, now he is dead.
Someone killed my dad.
Somebody hurt him and I know my now dead aunt knew something about it.
My mother knows I am right yet she still insists that I am wrong.
Mason stares at me from his vantage point.
I say nothing, there’s nothing really to say.
Today marked a month since I’ve have stepped foot in Liston Hills.
Some people call it The Billionaire’s nest, the town for the rich and all their secrets.
Now it’s not just for the rich, but a town for the killers.
A week ago I couldn’t wait to leave Liston Hills.
The place reminded me of a Stepfords paradise, false, pretentious and full of people who thought they were made of titanium.
Look at me now, sitting in Mason Bray’s house, on his carpet while I wait for Dexter Kent to get here.
Two guys from the most wealthiest families in this place and the world.
The thought makes me laugh, I am the lazy girl from New York City whose father wasn’t born with millions but had to work his ass off to pay the bills and still got kicked up it with a bullet to his head, Bang Bang.
Yet, here I am, slowly worming my way into their lives.
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.
“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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I have contemplated different ways to tell you this.
And you know what ? I’m just going to tell you guys the honest truth.
The wrong file was uploaded in the Amazon book and unfortunately Amazon is unable to make changes to this and upload the correct file.
Now many of you guys, well most of you know that I write because I love to write. I don’t give you my words for the money. I do it so at least one of you can smile. Even if it is just for an hour or two. I give you words because that is what i got. My stories are a way to let you in. You reading my books are letting me in. Words are a beauty that you can not hold, it travels deep within you. We translate it as we choose. They are mans greatest accomplishment.
The last three chapters which is a lot of words, is short. So I am going to un-publish River’s Keeper now. Upload the correct copy and have it published by tomorrow. As it should be.
So all of you guys and there is a lot of people who have pre-ordered a copy of River’s keeper will get your pre-order back.
And you may re purchase the correct version tomorrow.
I am truly sorry for all of this and while most people would say blame Amazon I am not most people.
A life spent making mistakes is not only honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing … By George Bernard Shaw
So i got the emails and all you guys “WTF” messages. Thank you. I really do love you guys.
I will continue the blog from tomorrow. Don’t stress. Whoever hasn’t received replies i will get back to you guys as soon as i can.
Right now however I’m listening to two huge dogs snore and I’m finishing up on the editing of River’s Keeper. I have started with another book and no it isn’t Zero. I Will let you know about that sooner.
The newsletter will be out before month end as well as answers to your questions.
Take care , live free and remember that no one can let you fall but yourself.
Author Shan R.K 
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