A Special Gift For Father’s Day and My New Beat Drop! Gangster Rap – Karma’s Game + Bonus Teaser!

 A Special Gift For Father’s Day and My New Beat Drop! Gangster Rap – Karma’s Game   + Bonus Teaser!

Good afternoon! Today was supposed to be a half-day at school, but one of the kids got sick, so we’re at home, cozying up with tea and chicken soup to recuperate.

I’ve been diving into new tech lately as I told you guys, and since it’s Father’s Day in Sweden, I created something special—a personalized song for both my grandfather and father. It was such a unique gift, and they loved it! I used the Brev app, which lets you pay for just a week if you don’t want a full subscription. It’s so convenient; I can subscribe only when I’m in the creative mood!

Now, I want to share a little something with you all! One of my kids loves a Turkish song that humorously flaunts wealth and power towards their enemies, so I took inspiration and made my own version. I went for a gangster rap vibe, and though it sounds nothing like the original, I’m honestly surprised by how catchy it turned out!

Take some time to listen to Karma’s Game and drop a comment—what emotions does it bring out for you? Did you enjoy the beat? I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Otherwise, I have been advised by my editor to change the POV in Hellblades - The Witch Doctor to try for a platform release later. I’ll work on it very slowly, in parallel with Loulan Beauty, and adhere to her golden rules—she’s the boss, haha! I’m very new and fresh to writing in this POV—first-person perspective—but I’ll learn! It’s good to refine one’s craft.

Hellblades - The Witch Doctor, Chapter 1 - The Storm Inside Teaser

I woke with a jolt, my father’s voice slipping through the walls, trembling and distant. “Rüya… rüya…” he whispered, each syllable steeped in guilt. It was the same every time he dreamed of her, my mother—a name that haunted him and left an ache in me that never healed. When the security alarm suddenly blared, I stumbled out of bed, fear clawing at my chest. And just as quickly, a knock shattered the silence. Ayla stood on the doorstep, her face pale with terror. “Manolya, please… Ipek is missing!”