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

I played the violin in this wonderful room, in this wonderful world, not bothered by anything, not every losing my focus.

That was until the distorted voice came back, saying something I could not understand; the sound only transforming into static noises.

"Do you hear me? Can you see me?" The voice became suddenly interpretable, the tone deeper than it had ever been before.

Leaning my head in the direction, I answered. I lowered the violin and the bow in my hands.

"I can hear you. But how would I see you?" This body was blind.

"5&§!, come to me, come here!" The voice sounded far away, but so desperate for me that I felt goosebumps arising.

"What did you call me?" I didn't dare to move, not sure if I could trust this voice, that sounded familiar but strange. If this was not my companion, who was it?

"3-¿D^, your name. Come here, come to me."

109. Warmth of a Companion