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!
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My Psycho Stepson and me

In Jude's arms I heard my cat purring, calming me and making me drowsy, the heat of Jude's body seeping through my dress, while on my bare back his hands hadn't moved, giving me soothing warmth and security.

I was too tired to think about what to do, how to do it, and what not to do.

So, I let myself be lifted and brought to Jude's bed; I couldn't even muster up a bit of disgust for the teenage bed.

He cautiously placed me on his mattress, and when he got up, I drowsily looked at him. Ah yes, I had also drunken a little bit; maybe because of the alcohol I heard my Baby purring, lulling me into sleep.

Jude sat on the edge of the bed beside me, turned to me, and it was unfamiliar not to see the big panther resting on the floor with only his head propped on the mattress.

72. Sleeping