Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

Chapter 9 – Nobody Cares!

“Your first lesson will be to stand on one foot without touching the ground at all for two hours,” he said after a minute’s pause. I stared into his face, expecting he would burst out laughing and say he was joking. But that didn’t happen. He was serious. I had to ignore his comments from before and prepare my mind for a workout, and this is what he was doing now.

“How is that a training session?” For someone too shy, I wasn’t too silent. Once I got to live somewhere, I got too comfortable. I lacked the basic mannerisms, I’ll admit to that.

However, I was hoping not to expose myself too quickly.

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I was not a bad person, just had a lousy mouth.

“It will teach you patience,” he added, gesturing at my foot to raise it.

“Now get on your feet; I’m starting the timer.” He didn’t even give me a moment to disagree with him and started the timer. The reflex worked, and before I knew it, I was on one foot.

Nobody Career I do believe he was exaggerating by making it two hours for a newbie, but that came from the pettiness.

to make me realize I shouldn’t

with my foot up

balance. It felt off as if a tall tree was dancing in the wind. I couldn’t keep it together after that and landed on my side when trying to keep

his face up from his phone

I said without giving

Just because you’ve got a long tongue doesn’t mean you should put all your energy into it. When it comes to training, the general and basic workouts are not what we talk about. We talk about inner peace and patience, along with strength. Sadly enough, you lack all of those,” he was talking while using his eyebrows to express his emotions. His face was

in a defeated tone, getting on my

at me for a moment before saying, “It means we will have to put extra energy and time into

a little warmup in the morning after

stood in my spot for a moment before I rushed after him. We reached the mansion in silence, and he sped upstairs without

odd and a bad idea, but I wanted to know him. Walking

asked, awkwardly interrupting his peace. He cleared his throat, fixing his silver tie and then adjusting his black coat

then leaned ahead to rest his hands on the counter. The way his beautiful

I lied. My whole concern

a very melodic voice, but it was also very deep and heavy. I gulped when his eyes narrowed

me to do?” I

room and don’t try to communicate with us. Don’t try to act like we are siblings. We are not. Your mother is never even going to get accepted,” that scoff and head shake concerned me. My mom was adamant that she would get accepted, but all these boys had been telling me a different

convey the message to him, and he