Author Billiejo Priestley
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Independent author of hot fiction and taboo books. You can find me on all social media and my books on Amazon.
As Vocal now has a subscription option, I will be adding all of my books to this platform.
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The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 6
Gunner: New Toy It’s been a long day. Me and Dante have found a few guys so far involved with Paul and one who stupidly left evidence of his involvement. I sit in the corner and watch as Dante talks to him, asking questions. This is just a warm-up. That’s how I see it, anyway. Dante asks questions, trying to find more links and anyone else involved. Then they go to my room.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 7
Dante: Solace Betrayal I spend the day working, although my mind can’t focus on it. How could it? Emmi went with Gunner into that room, and every part of me wants to go and check she is okay. I can’t though, it would be like saying I don’t trust him. If it got too much, surely, she would walk out? But I can’t stop the worry, the fact it is nearly midnight, and there has been no sound. She isn’t meant to do this. I was expecting a woman who was weak, afraid, and hiding away.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 4
Dante: The Giving I rejected this over and over. I don’t want a woman in our place. I don’t want a woman to come into our lives. I know, though, that people will have questions even without us telling people that they are only giving us Emmi because they see her as a burden. I look at my brothers; the last woman who was close to us was our sister. That ended awfully. We failed her. We didn’t see the enemies in disguise who used her. Maybe if we had done, she would still be here?
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 8
Emmi: Gifts I watch Dante storm out the room, knocking things out of the way as he does. I shouldn’t have touched him. I know I shouldn’t have. He’s going to take longer to get over things. I know he will, and he will take longer to open up to me.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Filthy
The Devil's Game
The usual routine, as soon as my foot crosses the threshold, I run to the safe haven of my bedroom. My mind tries to block out every sound from them. The violent laughter and shouts roam the house so freely. As I hide away I pretend they don't exist, my mind makes up a fake reality one that is easier to live with. Too afraid to accept the truth I hide in a dream world and wait for the silence to ring through.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Chapters
My Addiction Is Just Fixation
I remember how social services got involved. My son was given a new school. Social services were involved, from August until December, social workers became a part of my life. They told me what needed to be done to get myself back on track, such as going to school meetings.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Psyche
My Addiction Is Just Fixation
Most nights, I cried for ages before going to bed, I remember a moment when I was wearing earphones; it was the second week of not gambling. My kids were watching TV. I couldn’t get the thought out of my head; I just could not stop thinking about how much easier it would be to quit: to either give in and gamble or just …end my life. Would it be easier on the kids? I knew one day I would fall. Then what? How bad would the addiction be after years of suppressing it?
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Psyche
My Addiction Is Just Fixation
Day-1. The next day I got up with the girls. I spent the morning with them trying to distract myself. I felt a sense of doom overshadowing me. I got myself and the kids ready and went to my sister’s place. I took two buses to get there and had no plans for what I was going to do after.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Psyche
My Addiction Is Just Fixation
This story is true, based on life and facts. It gives an insight into life with a gambling addiction. 2015- Things seemed okay. Even though I suffered from depression, anxiety, PTSD and trichotillomania, everything seemed fine. There were no signs I was becoming addicted or losing control. Not long ago, I had moved into a new house. I had five kids. In 2015, one was 9 years old, the twins were four; the second youngest, three and the youngest, one. I had lived alone since I was about eighteen. I had, for years lived away from my family, hardly ever seeing anyone. This was back in 2006-2010. In 2011, I moved to a new house which was closer to some of my relatives. Even though I didn’t see them much, I was still close by. I stayed close by for the next few years.
By Author Billiejo Priestley2 years ago in Psyche
