Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

232-1 Like To Be The In Charge In Be..

He took me upstairs to his room, and I followed him because of my desperation to know about his

drawings. There was something that told me he could tell me what was going to happen, or more like

he knew something.

After I entered his room, I found him sitting down and facing the wall.

"Sit down," he voiced, not turning his neck around to look at me. I reluctantly sat down and watched

him contemplate for the next two minutes.

"You see this picture?" he exclaimed, pointing to a drawing. "It is a drawing of a White Warrior," he said,

making my heart sink in my chest as I recalled Colt's words.

"A White Warrior? Is he a comic character?" I played a fool, laughing uncomfortably.

"Why did you assume it is a he?" Markus' question left me silent. "Nobody knows its gender, so let's

call the white warrior an it for now," he said with a scoff.

"But you drew a man holding a shield," I said, pointing to the drawing.

And this one is the mistress of doomsday." He didn't answer my question and directed me to another

drawing, making me realize I was right to think his drawings had some in-depth meaning to them.

Except for the explicit ones, of course. Those were just his nasty desires.

"What is that?" I pointed at one particular drawing on the wall and watched him squirm uncomfortably.

"That is the man from hell!” he whispered and then nervously played with his fingers. "He is someone

who —ate dragon babies,* he uttered, making my spine erect.

What?" I asked in confusion.

"Somebody ate dragon babies?" I was shocked and, honestly speaking, just speechless.

"The Man From Hell will be the —," he then stopped again, "Walking Chaos!" He finished with a lot of

difficulty.

He will come after the saviors and knights. He will make sure he ends anything or anyone who will

come in his way.* He then proceeded to explain it to me.

It could be a woman from hell. It just depends." Before I could ask him another question, he explained

how there was a possibility he could be anyone.

"And this will be the Dark Knight," he said, then pointed at a picture in the corner. They were only

bodies with similar looking faces. But this one in particular was a bit different from the others. This

drawing had a knight with a dragon on a leash.

He will capture dragons?" I asked, feeling slightly uneasy.

"Oh, no! he will Tame himself a dragon,’ he smiled as his gaze turned sweet, ’There are different ways

to do so," he then shrugged.

"So he will be a good guy?' I questioned, and Markus nodded.

He will be the Knight for all the saviours of living creatures. In short, he will be a one- man army with a

dragon by his side, of course." He then let out a laugh before he watched me point at one picture on

the side.

This is the mistress of doomsday," he explained again. "She will be a disaster just like the Man from the

hell,* he claimed and then turned to me. There was a lot going on in the other drawings. By a lot, I

mean murders, violence, and wars.

"The one you are holding is about you." He said this as he took the picture from my grasp.

"It shows I am waking up a dead being." I stared at his face as he nodded at me.

"You will wake up someone,' he confirmed, "now! I helped you know whatever you wanted to know. But

tell me, what am I getting in return for that?" he threw the paper away after crumbling it and asked me. I

saw it coming.

There was no way his horny ass would not demand something from me.

Get in the bed," I rolled my eyes and sighed exhaustedly. He looked shocked for a moment because I

am assuming he didn't think I would give up so easily. He rushed to his feet and jumped on the bed,

watching me stagger up and approach him.

Lie straight," I demanded, and he smirked.

"You like to be in charge,* he smirked.

Close your eyes," I sighed, not entertaining him by responding to his comments. He did what I told him,

and soon he was lying straight in bed with his eyes closed.

I bent over him and said, "Sleep like a good baby. It is way past your bedtime," I whispered before I

rushed towards the door. I heard him grunt and get out of bed, but I had already made my way

downstairs and sprinted toward my room. I saw the basement door locked, so I was sure mom has left

for her room already.

The feeling of being chased by someone is very unpleasant. I made it to my room after running like

crazy and locked the door to prevent Markus from grabbing me. I knew he would be a little careful in

the presence of my mother. However, I heard Pamela enter the house and ask Markus what he was

doing on the ground floor.

"Did you find something?" I asked my mother in a heavy voice. She looked too happy for some reason.

The way she was fixing her hair and humming, I couldn't help but wonder what was up with her.

"I risked my safety, and you are over here humming like a nightingale?" I frowned at her.

"There was nothing in there," her answer ruined my mood, "Go to bed, Pamela has nothing to hold

against US." She explained, but also made me realize she was never looking for anything to help me

blackmail Lord Vasquez into giving me Helel's body.

I was upset, but not for too long, as the newly found hope in my heart made me excited. I didn't even

know how or when I would bring Helel back to life, but the news itself was enough for me to sleep well

at night.