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

Releasing a short sigh, I walked back to my room. After opening the door and stepping in, I locked it again from the inside—a must-do now that there was something forbidden and precious hiding.

The golden booklet was still on the floor, and I came closer, crouching in front of it before chuckling. Maybe I was meanwhile accustomed to having my plans impeded, unexpectedly again being hindered from going through what had to come, but I was relieved that it wouldn't happen today. Not when Lesly had sought shelter by coming to me, not when she was sleeping calmly on my bed.

I looked through the bloody treasure, her weapon against the monster, and saw that it was simply a fancifully packaged menu card. Noting the address, I put it back down.

My eyes fell on the sleeping figure on the bed, only the light blond hair being seen from my lowered position.

Under the blanket was her body, her back, which held hidden mysteries as well as the disgusting reality.

86. Locked and Unlocked (Jude's POV)