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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

"Pffft!" Stellar snorted. She was standing at the back end of the elevator when her thoughts suddenly exploded with visions of her and Holden making out in the kitchen that morning.

A few heads turned in her direction, but relief coursed through her veins as she was lucky to be hidden behind towering figures in suits.

Biting her lower lip, she stifled another snort that threatened to escape her mouth and bowed her head to avoid detection.

Up, up, and up the elevator went. People trickled as it ascended to the top most floor of the building. She should be a ball of nerves over the fact that she would be meeting Beau—her first love—yet oddly enough, her heart was at peace.

No pounding heartbeats. No butterflies in the stomach. No crazy what ifs plaguing her thoughts.

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