I Am Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yes I am. Thanks for reading, love you all.

I opened the I*******m app and started scrolling through the posts. As a teen model and I*******m influencer, I am quite popular. I recently got verified on I*******m with 1.5 million followers. I commented on and liked some of my friend's posts. I suddenly remembered that Amara gave me her number. I decided to text her on W******p. Me. Yo! What's up? Amara.😇🥰💗💝 Oh, hi Ade. I'm good. Just bored. What about you?

I fight. “I’m so glad I’m not you right now,” Baz said. “Asshole,” I muttered as he laughed.

He will come again. I didn't know what to do, should I be happy because my other personality came out and now I can get a proper treatment or should I be sad because my other personality has found himself a mate. And I don't know anything about her. I need to go to the bank to get the money my dad sent me. I am working as a freelancer but I am also getting money from my dad because of my expenses and treatment.

The sound of the machines, the stiffness of my limbs, the smell of the hospital — all of it screamed reality. “W… who am I?” I asked finally, my voice breaking. The doctor stared at me for a long moment. His lips pressed into a thin line. He seemed to hesitate, glancing at the nurse, then back at me. “You are Eli,” he said quietly. “You were in a car accident when you were ten years old. You’ve been in a coma for nine years.” My mind went blank. “Nine… years?” I echoed, almost in disbelief. He nodded slowly.

The doctor came out holding the report. I walked up and asked, "Doctor, I was right, wasn't I? I'm a guy. I don't even have a uterus. There's no way I could be pregnant." The doctor sighed. "Young lady, stop being stubborn. You're three months pregnant. Get admitted now to prevent the miscarriage. There's still time!"

“She’s unguarded, furious, and focused on someone else. This is it.” My chance to beat Becca.

I'm not able to understand what is happening to me. .

I have got my own shits to deal with. *