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

My heart still didn't calm down from the close proximity to my companion, and I did my best not to touch my lips in an attempt to understand what had just happened.

My companion had gone to check the room downstairs while I sat here alone. The portal pulled me again and a bad feeling spread through me.

The more time passed, the more I heard his voice that cleared, the more I smelled his smell and felt how my body reacted to his touch, the more he reminded me of Jude.

What if I wasn't inside another world? What if I was in my own world all along, if this was a dream, if everything happening to me was my illusion? It was scary, and I did my best to control these thoughts, and tried to make myself believe that it was nonsense.

The dream had gone for too long to be unreal, and although the usual powers I had with my vision changing, maybe really glimpsing in another world. There was no way my senses could deceive me for such a long and heavy time.

131. Swab