Sharing Beatrice novel by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 322

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 2

Chapter 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.

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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.

‘F*uc*king 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.

F*uc*k! I couldn’t even get to enjoy a single moment of happiness. Before I could find out I was pregnant, the miscarriage took it all from me.

I remained on the ground for hours before I finally woke up.

‘Home!’ my lips uttered, remembering the only place I have felt safe.

It’s been so long since I haven’t had comfort. Although Ubel was scum, me and my mother survived there.

‘Maybe he was right. Outside those walls, I’m nothing,’ I uttered and started my journey back home.

If only I had not rushed and taken my time, I would be with my mother now.

Upon reaching the cowshed, I realized I had yet to discover another heartbreak. All the cows were dead.

But I didn’t cry for them since I knew how to bring them back to life.

I paced beside them and sat down, staring at their lifeless bodies.

As I unclipped my long, red hair, I closed my eyes and gently ran my hand over the dead cow’s head.

Patting the cow and praying for its life, I found it moving a little.

In the next few minutes, they all started waking up, and when I opened my eyes to give them a smile, I met with confused and angry glares from some people around me.

I had no clue when they arrived, but I knew they had seen me do it all.

“She is a witch!” one of the elderly women yelled, and the others started shoving the fire lanterns in my face to threaten me into staying away from them.