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 stepped out from behind Jude's back, revealing myself.

"Gun down!" I yelled against the storm.

Jude tried to grab me, in an attempt to shield me again, but I swatted his hands away and stepped before him.

The man in front of me had long blond hair, bound in a ponytail. He was clearly middle-aged but especially beautiful. A long scar was on the side of his face, from his temple down to his jaw.

His blue eyes shook with shock when they fell on me; his lips forming a desperate whisper.

Who would have thought that Liliana's twin was a man? The idea hadn't even come to my mind. So Thomas' white moonlight had indeed been Liliana and not her twin?

Yet now, it didn't matter either way.

"GUN DOWN!" I repeated, scared that he shot Jude or me either purposefully or accidentally.

The man obliged, regaining his composure again.

He lowered his gun and smiled at me in a childish and heartbreaking manner.

135. Adrian