“Home” is available to read on my Substack.
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My new blog post “What Could I Let Go Of…” is available to read!
https://authorjaneeng.wordpress.com/2025/07/07/what-could-i-let-go-of-words-by-janeen-g/
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This poetry writing is dedicated to my husband of 17 years. You can read my poetry “My Husband” on my Substack newsletter 🗞️
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My latest daily blog prompt “Taking a Risk” is available to read on my blog✨
https://authorjaneeng.wordpress.com/2025/06/16/taking-a-risk/
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My new Substack article “The Surprising Secret to Staying Positive with Depression” is available to read!
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✨ Exciting news! My latest poetry piece, “I See The World,” has just been published on my blog! Dive in and explore my thoughts and reflections—I'd love to hear what you think! 🌍💫
https://authorjaneeng.wordpress.com/2025/03/08/i-see-the-world-words-by-janeen-g-poetry/
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My daily writing prompt “My Autobiography” is now available to read on my blog!
https://authorjaneeng.wordpress.com/2025/03/06/my-auto-biography-janeen-g/
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“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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🌶️🌶️🌶️A deeper look inside
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)
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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)📜
https://shanrk.co/2024/02/15/conception-of-truth-is-live/
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What binds us, also make us whole
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.
https://shanrk.co/2024/02/09/shortstorythursdays/
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