Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 332

322-The Ugly Fate.

Maura Despair:

It's been two days since I killed that rascal, and honestly speaking. I've never fell so amazing before.

The feeling of triumph I felt when I bashed his head with that brick was still lingering inside me.

I've been living alone in the woods, and miraculously, no killer came to hurt me.

'Ah!" A groan escaped my lips as I shivered and threw up again.

Taking deep breaths and forcing my body to get up, I looked around to find shelter.

The storm was setting in, and I was in no condition to stay outside when I hadn't even eaten anything as well.

One day ago, somebody mugged me and took away my phone and bag. I was left with nothing but my miserable self.

As I proceeded to take steps towards the road, I felt something liquid between my legs.

Before long. I already knew what had happened.

’No!" I shook my head, staring at the blood.

’I cannot lose you,’ I cried loudly, finally realizing what was going on with my health.

’Fucking hell!" I cried and ran into the woods again, running till my feet gave up and I passed out. The pain I felt was bad.

I have lost yet another person who could have been family to me.

to enjoy a single moment of happiness. Before I could

the ground for hours before I

the only place I have

had comfort. Although

those walls, I'm nothing,* I uttered and started my journey

not rushed and taken my time, I

reaching the cowshed, I realized I had yet to discover

the cows

didn't cry for them since I knew how to

beside them and sat

my eyes and gently

cow and praying for its life, I found it moving a

my eyes to give them a smile, I met with confused

but I knew they had seen me do

of the elderly women yelled, and the others started shoving the fire lanterns in my

she did?’ another man yelled, running around and

I was stuttering and throwing my body to the side to create

was then that one of the people claimed, and the others looked shocked at the

hurt anyone,’ I

A man threatened me if I told him

so scared and unable to react properly that I

was the confession they

us, witch!’ a girl in her mid-forties yelled, stepping closer to

not even moving," I whimpered, begging them to let

were making and the cussing were getting out

do it before it was too

knows me. Please call him. He will tell you I am not a bad person," I begged, explaining who

and then one of the oldest

is here to hurt the brothers,1’ his

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