Chay007

Lesly was just your typical kind of sadistic high school gym teacher, having her idyllic life disturbed when she was taken away by this strange butler, who informed her about her being the true heiress of a fallen family. 
That wasn't all; he was asking her to sign the papers to marry a husband whom she had never met before.
Normally, she would have run away and reported them to the police—if it weren't for them threatening her with the (for her) most important hostage.

On her first day in the villa of her new husband, she barged in on her stepson, intertwined with a brunette girl, not stopping to do the deed just because of her presence.
Clearly a psycho.

Next was the husband, who enticed her with money if she stayed for a year, slept in his bed, and played his wife. 
Lesly decided to go through with it for the good ol' money - however, after being introduced properly to her psycho stepson with ravishingly handsome looks, she had a feeling that things in this house would develop in a dangerous direction.

And she should be proven right.

First Volume: 'The Burning Man' is finished! I am going on hiatus with this because it was a hell of a ride for me as well. I think the big unveiling is done now, and I hope I answered most of the questions. I have a few ideas in mind for the second volume, but I wanted to write something new. The author is unpredictable, so maybe I take it on tomorrow again, but right now, I don't know.

Thanks for all your support!
(*ˊᗜˋ*)/ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ*

My Psycho Stepson and me

The next time I opened my eyes, it was in the morning, with no Jude and no Thomas in sight. For a short time, I wasn't even sure if I had dreamed yesterday's events—first Thomas acting out, then the panther being petted by me. But, the abyss squirming in satisfaction, the dark fire simmering as it watched my hand come into contact with its fur, wasn't something my imagination would be able to come up with.

Going into the bathroom, I opened the toothpaste, only for the cap to fall on the floor. Bending down to get it, I came face-to-face with the drawers under the sink.

Besides being curious, I had never tried to look for clues inside the mansion. For one, I wasn't sure what to search for, and I wasn't interested in snooping around other people's stuff. Additionally, I didn't know if I would like what I found. But isn't it laughable to respect the privacy of someone who practically forces you to sleep in the same bed with him, harassing you on the go?

63. Flirts and Piece