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

Water surrounded me, as I felt something wrapped around my ankle, pulling me deeper to the bottom.

Bending down while I was dragged into the darkness, I gripped what was around my ankle—hair. Hair shackled me—long hair—that dragged me down.

I was short of breath, but I didn't panic. I grabbed the hair and tried to loosen it with all my strength, not freeing myself but having a few strands in my hand. Downward was only darkness. Above the water surface was blinding light, so I raised my hand in the direction of the light. Only now could I see the color of the strands floating in the water like seaweed.

Light blond strands, mixed with black ones.

Letting go of the strands in my hand, I looked up and saw them drifting away from me, back to the surface, as I got pulled deeper.

100. Disgust (Jude's POV)