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There is a fine line between right and wrong... and Stellar Cross is tethering on the edge of falling on the sinful side.

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Stellar Cross, a self-confessed wallflower and always blending in the background. An unpolished gem waiting to blind people with her sparkle so bright and beautiful.

Beau Spencer, an heir and a ruthless businesseman, imprisoned in his responsibilities.

Holden Knight, a darkness who found his light.

At the end of her journey, would Stellar finally found what she's been searching for?

[Some parts of this book blurs the line between right and wrong. However, those that keep an open mind and stick with it might not be disappointed.]

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Stellar felt vindictive. She wanted to break Beau's heart the same way he broke hers.

Suddenly, a wild thought entered Stellar's mind. The only way to vex the heck out of Beau was to date a person nobody could have—just like him.

As if a light bulb switched on inside Stellar's head illuminating her path, she glanced up at Brother Holden and determination painted her face. 

Stellar was set on one thing: she would seduce her brother's friend and may the Almighty forgive her for stealing his disciple.


Edited by Swaning
*artwork not mine

1000-1600 words per chapter

Stellar Step to a 1001 Mile Journey

Meanwhile, in Gotham Tower, Holden begrudgingly dragged himself to Cooper's real apartment, a few floors down the penthouse suite.


He's a curious monkey, as Lotus would say, as he loved to deconstruct things and examine each part just so he would know how to put it back again or tinker with it to improve some of its specifications.


That's why he couldn't find it in himself to come home and know that Stellar's room was within his reach, afraid that he might go straight to her bedroom and stalk her.


They say a person's bedroom told tales about who was living in it. It was a sacred space that one was free to be who they were or who they wanted to be.


The posters you stick on the wall, the theme you choose for your room, or the random knick knacks you left scattered in the confines of your comfort zone.


Ordinary Day 5