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

The next time I woke up, I had arms around me, holding me securely.

I could hear the wind howling outside.

"The storm…it had already started?"

"Yeah." The arms held me tighter, and I was pulled even closer to his body, my head on his chest. I couldn't hear the storm outside; instead, there was only a strong heartbeat.

"We should go shower, get some food and then hurry to the safe room. The rest of the house is already secured."

"I can shower alone." I quickly interjected. I could perceive my surroundings sharper than before, and I had the feeling of soon being able to see fully. Albeit still unwilling, I knew that I would be of better help if I could see again. It was necessary to get better.

There was a pause, and I heard his heartbeat accelerating.

132. The Storm