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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

Holden shrugged, staple still in hand. "Either that or I'll put a hickey in you so you'll cover up on your own."

Stellar took a sharp inhale. This side of Holden overwhelmed her sometimes, she thought she might be hallucinating.

She held a finger up. "First of all, you had no say on what I wanted to wear. Besides, I felt empowered with this blouse and it's not like I was fully naked."

"I can see your cleavage. I don't want to be sharing that view with anyone." Holden stood his ground.

Grinding her teeth, she rebutted, "How about I wear your shirt because I don't want other ladies to see how your abs contoured on it? Fair enough?"

Her words rang in her ear and she realized just how wrong what she said was. Sometimes, she wished she had a flimsy filter in her mouth whenever she was with Holden.

How could she smoothly blurt out ludicrous ideas to him without any inhibition?

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