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Love, Hate and Billions

I had two great loves. The first had the power to weaken me. The second broke me. Vincent Stone was my addiction before he turned out to be my disease. Our love was forbidden, he was my stepbrother. But that wasn't the worst of it all. No, you see he was a Made-Man and I was his muse. INSIDE THE BOOK How could life tumble in turfs that are unraveling to the human mind? How can I succumb to this latitude of proportions that takes me to this darkness? It's breaking me. I keep believing that the world is whole, that my mind isn't. It is like my soul is pushing me to this place I can't see, but my heart is taking me somewhere else, to a place where I can't fathom. How do I see it happening when my very existence is slipping through my fingers? When I look in the mirror I barely recognize myself. I am just empty, dying. I feel that there are days where I want to end it, end this treachery of these unknown parts. I am scared. Oh god, help me. This weight is beating me down, taking me in. I breathe every second, telling myself I am human, I should feel something, but I can't because every time I think, every time I even consider it he goes and takes more lives. He says I am his muse, yet all I see in the mirror, all I feel is a monster, a killer. He kills them in my name, he takes their lives because they took me. He makes me watch, he forces me to accept it. I know it's wrong, I know I should stop him, but when he touches me something awakens in me that I can't feel unless I am with him. They say to be strong is to face your weakness, but how do I face him when he is also my strength. Vincent Stone is a Made-Man and I am a pawn in his game Love, Hate and Billions is a story about a woman who loved a Capo with everything in her. This suspenseful thriller is packed with twists, thrills, and a storyline that is unique

Shan R.K · Urbano
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30 Chs

Michael Stone

The speed of light travels approximately six hundred and seventy one million miles per hour. It takes the average Toyota sedan fifty miles per hour without alerting cops AND an average brain thirteen milliseconds to see an image. In that time I have memorized the entire room with every detail in it.

My brother, Jace has been gone for thirty three hours. My siblings and father are still thinking small thoughts.

I already know what happened, he was kidnapped. By who, for what or why are things I don't need to know just yet. Right now I just need to find him.

After, I will worry about the latter and destroy whoever it is. Nobody harms my family and still walks away.

I have always been different from my family, but I am not Kevin. I feel emotion, more than other people do. Understanding the concept of it and where feelings come from is something I knew as early as five. But I can also choose to not let my emotions overcloud my judgment, over shadow my focus.