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 stood up and walked to the desk.

Have you heard my plea and left me with a sign, little bird?

In the darkness, at night, with everyone having gone to sleep, I took the keys. I got myself a flashlight that was lying around in case of a shortcut.

I walked out of my room, along the corridor, down the stairs.

Further down, one step after another, as I was following your call, your lead.

A staircase made of stone, cold and dark, as I turned on the flashlight. A sole light penetrated the darkness, as I walked down, feeling my heart beating like crazy, when I came in front of the massive and dark door.

Second floor underground—the cellar.

Taking my house key, I put it into the lock– it fitted.

I closed my eyes as I turned the key, the lock not moving, the door not opening.

114. Engravings by Ethan Bortnick (Jude's POV)