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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

Linked arm in arm, Stellar ejected from her seat and dragged a wide-eyed Yanyan out and away from the ruckus inside the hall where necks craned to the catwalk, the location where Irina passed out from humiliation.

As the two friends left towards the double doors, people parted like the red sea for them before it zipped closed as the gossip mongers squeezed themselves together to have their fill of the front-row tale of Irina's fall from grace.

Despite the deafening whispers, never did Stellar and Yanyan once bother to look over their shoulders where the portrait of their sweet revenge was happening.

Everything was bittersweet, Stellar thought. A part of her felt bad for retaliating in such a ruthless manner, but deep in the ventricles of her heart, she felt vindicated from witnessing Irina swallowing a dose of her own medicine.

Sense of Belongingness