Jimmy Urine Controversy Novels & Stories

Uploaded the hospital footage—Jimmy hitting me—and the DNA test results. Laid it all out online. Every ugly detail. Even posted audio of him and Yuna scheming to leave me broke. It blew up. By that night, the video had over a million likes and comments were pouring in. Lawyers all over the country chimed in with solid advice. Even Jimmy's own colleagues messaged me—he'd been fired. And Yuna? She was getting roasted. Full-on public enemy number one. When Jimmy saw the DNA results, he completely lost it.

Franco caught me again, arm across my chest like iron. “Want to wolf out, huh?” Jim sneered. “C’mon, atta boy. Show them all.” He spat thick, red, and wet right at my feet. Phone flashes blinded me. Cameras. Videos. Journalists whispering. Jim leaned closer again, eyes boring into mine. “It’s only a matter of time, Mr. President. The world will see you for what you are. And your kind? You’ll be dust.” Then, slower, venom in every syllable:

“I hope CEO John will be able to entertain me.” Harvey then kicked Ray, frowning. “Why are you talking so much? I told you. Talk less, do more!” “Yes, yes, yes!” Ray’s face was showing utter respect. He grabbed a piece of paper and carefully wrapped it around Jimmy’s thumb, grinning. “It’ll hurt from the beginning, but you’ll be…” “I’ll talk! I’ll talk!” Jimmy couldn’t control his bladder anymore. His pants were utterly drenched, and a foul smell had spread across the room.

A little water from a bottle in his other pocket turned the earth to mud, a perfect lubricant. Jim pulled down his jeans and freed his erection. Then he eased himself into the hole. Something was wrong though. He wasn’t feeling it like he usually did. It wasn’t the grave, it was Jim. He’d had a lot on his mind recently and he was starting to wonder what would happen if anyone caught him at this. He was pretty sure it wasn’t illegal, well not much anyway. He’d probably just get off with a fine. What worried him was what other people would think of him if he did get caught. These things were important to Jim.

“Look, David. You have a saviour now. You're very lucky.” Mr Jimmy laughed softly, but there was a mean tone in his laughter. “After you post the video, will you stop searching for the truth?” I kept my expression neutral. “What if i don’t?” David turned to me, his eyes full of warning, as if he wanted to say something without saying it. Mr.Jimmy leaned his back against the chair, his expression still the same.calm, intimidating, and calculating. “Then you're ready to face everything.” “'I'm always ready for it.” I was getting confident. “So, regarding the rumours, are they true?”

He had almost donated his kidney to the daughter of the woman who murdered Sophie! Hell, he could consider donating to Rory if Rory was innocent and Linda was the only rotten one there. But Rory had already learned to frame Sophie even when Rory herself was just a child, hurting Sophie repeatedly. That apple was really rotten to the core, and Jimmy was no saint who would save someone so undeserving at the price of his own health. "Donating to Rory Cook?! Not in your lifetime!" Jimmy bellowed as he picked up the papers and tore it into shreds. Then, he took Tina's hand and started outside. "Let's get out of here."

I suppose that my decision to date George, the renowned painter, was driven by a rebellious streak in me. ''She's had enough for this year, Flora...'' Jimmy said. ''Indeed, the company will suffer financially for some time, and we'll have to shoulder additional work in her absence. But perhaps the world needs to be without Riley for a while to appreciate her value. At times, the best way to confront controversies is to let the rumors fade on their own. Time will provide the answers, and I am confident that Riley needs this time...'' Jimmy gave me a look that said he understood, and my heart sank.

There is no way to tell what happened, and anyone in their right mind wouldn’t assume we were attacked by three mindless killing machines. “Your father’s insolence in taking care of these matters is beyond me. My IT guy will have the evidence wiped in a few minutes as well as sending a cease and desist to every company that chose to use any of this bullshit to sell their fucking magazine,” James spoke through gritted teeth, never glancing up from his phone. His fingers moved quickly, and guilt spread through my body. “I’m so sorry…” His fingertips froze as his brows pinched together in confusion. Or anger… at this point I really couldn’t tell. “Don’t apologize because some stupid fucks thoug

"Is that so?" "When he heard the news that Jim was caught off-guarding a king's concubine, the news became very uproar among the soldiers. Especially when he found out that he had to receive a death sentence. I could hardly believe it, how could a young man who always fell ashamed when he was face to face with a woman can be accused of immoral acts? Even though before the death penalty, Jim confessed in his actions in front of many people, for me something like that is still hard to believe. In the middle of the city, Jim, who was bound, was thrown by the community until his body was covered with blood. Prime Minister Victor and Commander-in-chief Xavier told the public that what Jim did was

“I’ve had a day.” Jimmy walked in last. Calm. Sharp. Dressed in that infuriatingly casual hacker-core hoodie with some ironic quote stitched across the back and boots that screamed I know where your secrets live. He gave me one long look over the rim of his iced coffee (with a biodegradable straw, obviously), pursed his lips, and flopped dramatically into the chair across from me. “Honey,” he said, eyes narrowing as he opened his laptop, “is this a ‘we’re all going to die dramatically in a fireball of cursed energy’ situation? Or is this more of a ‘digging up dead drama from your haunted bloodline’ thing?”