Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 214

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

Chapter 214 – Touch Me Here!

“You wanna be dirty?” I bobbed my head in rage. I was already fuming at my mother, and now this has angered me even more. He shouldn’t have messed with me right now.

“Let me show it to your mother and tell her what kind of desires you have.” I tried grabbing the drawing out of his hands, but he pulled away from me in a hurry.

I began to fight for the drawing, but he kept protesting.

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“WHY? Are you afraid now?” I was huffing and panting while trying my best to grab the paper out of his hands. He panicked and stepped back, knowing down the vase and creating noise.

His face turned pale when my bedroom door opened to reveal my mom and Pamela. They saw me leaning on him and trying to grab something from him.

“What is going on here?” Pamela rushed at me and grabbed my arm to pull me off her son.

“I was just being nice!” he started crying in a childish tone.

“Show your mother what you showed me so that she can also see how you were being nice,” I yelled at him.

He shuddered dramatically and hid in his mother’s arms.

the hug to shove her son

like a

something to

that mean you were at fault too when she was arguing with you?” I knew Pamela would use my arguments with my mother to define my character. “Your daughter just loves drama,” Pamela

I shouted

started to portray me in whatever light they

say? What the hell is wrong with you?” She looked surprised that I was returning

don’t you ask him what’s wrong with him?” I

took a step ahead and glared

it was true and I was Elex’s

demanded, bobbing my head and

I

and f*orc*ed a smile across her lips, “Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?” She asked

mother for accusing

what you drew?’ She pulled her hand out for him, and he searched for it in his pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough

how she would react to it since she was speaking so highly of her son, as if

and then raised her face to

a tsunami. It was a drawing

the blue. I got hit with her punch on the neck, but then my mother blocked her. How dare you

airways because all I could do was wheeze. “M~o—m! I can’t breathe,” I couldn’t even hear my

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