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The Satan Snipers Motorcycle Club Beautys Breath

The Satan Snipers Motorcycle Club Beautys Breath

Author：Shan R.K

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#alpha #Soldier #Escape While Being Pregnant #Counterattack And Revenge #dark #Serious #bxg #Cruel
Introduction
The long awaited story of Beggar and Zero continues in the fourth Installment of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club series Her plight for vengeance will not be deterred, not even by the one who owns the last piece of her I was once just a beggar on the street, then like all poor girls I met a prince and fell in love. But, I didn't get my happily ever after as beauty was the Devil's joke that only the blind could see. So a twist in my tale I ended up becoming a hunter and executioner, until one day an Enforcer crossed my path. I told him I will destroy him, I did. I never lied. He loves me, but what he doesn't know is that his love for me won't change the direction of my bullet, just the expiration date of our love. "My end by your hands, would be like this water touching the moon." Beggar "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you right now?" Zero "I can give you a hundred why you should." Beggar In the small town of Kanla the tension stirs in its misty waters as more young girls fall prey to the enemies within. When one of their own women fall victim The Satan Snipers will stop at nothing to catch the ones who wronged them.
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The Satan Snipers Motorcycle Club

Book 4

By

Shan R.K

Dedication||

This book has been rewritten and is dedicated to my Grandmother, Marie Valerie Perrett. Her flesh and bones now lay as ash, while her spirit glows within the ones fortunate to have breathed her air, as memories, and moments from the past become those that define our future. In my life some of those are memories and lessons that she has taught me, not just by words, but by actions.

She gave me the tools to be a strong woman, and at times I admit I struggled to stand, but my grandmother held me by both hands at those times and lifted me up. Then she let me go, because she knew, she knew all along that one day I would need the strength to stand on my own. To lift my own daughter by her hands and learn to let her grow so she can become stronger.

Who you were or the way you felt, my Grandmother loved without judgement.

When she looked at me, spoke to me I never doubted her love, it was always an invisible beam between us. When I was younger we used to lay on her bed and she used to read to me stories from the bible while I used her arm as a pillow. I remember when I got a bit older and she read to me then I asked her, Gran why does a story always start with Once Upon A Time? She said because now it is a fairytale but once upon a time it was true. It was then I imagined life, I convinced myself that aliens were real. That I could be anything I want.

There is never a moment that is perfect to let the one you love go and she was one of the very few who I have loved and still do. I took my books off the pre-order today and I am glad I did. Because I get to share her memory with you guys. And dedicate this book that she waited so long to read but barely started. On Tuesday, December 4th 2018, I read the first chapter to her.

I wish I knew that it was the last day, but we never really know when death comes naturally, do we.

Playlist

1.Luke Combs C She got the best of me

2.Jordan Davis C Take It from me

3.Brett Young C Here Tonight

4.Kane Brown C Lose It

5.Mitchell Tenpenny C Drunk Me

6.Luke Combs C Beautiful Crazy

7.Brett Young C Mercy

8.Lady Gaga C Shallow

9.Cam C Burning House

10.One Direction C They Dont know about us

11.Brett Young - Catch

The Explanation

There is no excuse or reasons why I have taken this book off and why there has been a delay. I feel to you as the reader, that it is only fair I explain my reasons why.

The thing is I dont really have a reason but to say that life has thrown me curve balls. I have been trying so hard to learn the art of living that I started losing part of myself in the process. Writing has always been easy, but recently the stuff I write always turns dark. The endings all seem too bleak and the romance though it burns like the yearning in my heart the words just come out as that, just words.

I was born to write, to create stories and enter entire different worlds. But now I am realizing that I was born to also live. For, how do we tell stories if we have barely understood our reality.

Right now as sit at this desk and write down these words, I can honestly say that this, now, is the most truthful that I have been to you and myself.

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