Jared Jones Tiktok Novels & Stories

At first, I thought it was another round of texts from Kendra — until I checked. It was TikTok. The video we made the previous day — the one we created to clear the rumor — was blowing up. Notifications flooded in: Likes. Shares. Comments. Duets. Jaxon noticed my expression and leaned closer. “What’s wrong?” “Look,” I said, showing him the screen. The video had crossed two hundred thousand views already, with people commenting things like: “This challenge is hilarious 😂” “They look so good together omg.” “Can we all admit they killed this trend?”

Harper and Joseph were surprised at the sync so, they ended up laughing. Then, Joseph clicked on the account 'Tiger_77'. It was Theodore's account. Theodore had one million followers and was pretty famous on I*******m. Theodore's I*******m was filled with his own photos, Joshua's photo with him, photos of places and food. Joseph couldn't deny that Theodore's solo photos were like that of a model. Theodore had even modeled for some big makeup brands. Joseph was amazed. After a lot of stalking, Joseph followed Theodore's account back on I*******m.

he stood up while loosening his tie. Regret was filling up his chest. What was he thinking when he agreed to act with her? What could he do to hasten this? But Jade still has three months to go before the baby's due. When Jared came back to their table, Gwyneth asked him that they take a selfie so she could post it in her social media account. Reluctantly Jared agreed to it, despite it all, he still managed to pull a natural smile. The next day, Jared was climbing down the car when he was suddenly surrounded by reporters.

All that was left was that cheap pair of pearl earrings lying alone on the floor. To no one's surprise, Jared slept in the guest room that night. I wasn't sad about it at all, because the moment I posted that breakup announcement on Instagram, everything between us was over for good. But later that night, my phone buzzed with a TikTok notification. In the video, Jared—dressed in a white suit—was down on one knee, holding a ring box. In front of him stood Paige in a white dress. His eyes were red-rimmed, his voice choked with emotion. "Paige, I've rehearsed this proposal in my head over and over again for ten whole years. So, whether you say yes or no today, I'll have no regrets left."

Jace's voice, tinny from the livestream: "Oh my god, did you guys see that? That's TWO nulls! The whole world is watching!" The athletic board lady scrambled for her tablet. On screen, the live viewer count: 2.4 MILLION. #WerewolvesAreReal was trending #1 worldwide. Coach went pale. "What the hell is happening?" My dad looked at the tablet, then at the window, at the police lights still flashing. "Jace," he said. "Silas's Beta's son. Always was a little rat." He turned back to me. "You have about three minutes before human military shows up, Theo. Not police. Army. They've been waiting for proof for years. You just gave it to them on TikTok."

"As Jeriton City's most deeply affectionate man, you can't allow your image to be ruined, Mr. Ford." Jared had no idea what was going on just from reading these messages. It was only after he looked through the chat history in the Jeriton Nobles group chat that he realized Yvonne had made an Instagram post. "What's with the entire bed of teddy bears? How could Yvvy still like this kind of thing?" he wondered aloud. However, Jared recalled that Yvonne hadn't made an Instagram post in a long time. Could this post mean something, then? Was she dropping him a hint?

Thomas screamed, watching her look at an empty screen. "Right?" She asked, looking at him. "Yes!" "Show me," She begged, handing his phone back to him. "Here," He said, showing her something on the screen of his phone. "How is this man called 'T' Thomas Jones?!" She asked, almost screaming. "Relax," He urged, smiling. "Tell me," She said again, her gaze fixed on him. "He posted a tribute for Dave, from the post I just showed you. Right?" Thomas asked, looking at her.

It had a video of Jared. “Tu… es… wait what?” Jared was saying in front of the camera. Then he called somebody that Julianne couldn’t see from the video. “Uncle Jin! What was it?” “Ravi…” somebody was saying in the background, coaching Jared. “I got it,” Jared said. Then he faced the camera again. “Mommy! Tu es ravissante!” He smiled widely, showing the deep dimple on his cheek. Then he blew her a kiss. “Je t’aime.”

Maya waggled her brow at Jared as he stepped out of the dressing room, looking like a stereotyped bad boy and ticking off all the boxes with his denim jacket which was opened showing off chiseled muscleks and surprisingly a tattoo, though it was an inscription that puzzled her: I want to be your everything except but one thing, Your past. It was very poetic and in all the tats did do Justice to the whole bad boy imagery that was being projected. "Howdy," she taunted, adding a wave and stifling giggle for good measures. He groaned and she chuckled.