Jojo Siwa Fake Pregnancy Mga Nobela at Kwento

Somewhere across the courtyard, a group of students were laughing about something, completely unaware. “And then?” I asked, heart in my throat now. Petra met my eyes for the first time. “The next day was when she made the announcement about her pregnancy.” Nobody said anything for a long moment. I looked at Mia. Mia looked at me. The expression on her face was somewhere between stunned and completely unsurprised, which was probably the same expression I was wearing. The implications were clear: Bianca had faked her pregnancy. She paid a pregnant girl for her urine so the test came out positive. She gathered wild ipecac and kept it in her pocket so she could pop a berry whenever she needed he

Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real. There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club. Maybe that's why I was drawn to her. “Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear. I shut my eyes, raising a hand. Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash. “Stop.” I murmured. “Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

she asks, her little fingers poking at his jeans. Wesley turns around, and I’m flabbergasted to see his face softening when Sophia beams up at him. Even Juanita leans forward to completely lean against the kitchen table with a dreamy expression on her face. She is a single mother and refuses to reveal who Sophia’s father is. It’s a well-kept secret only she knows the answer to, but it’s painfully obvious that she wants to bring Wesley home. “He is so yummy...” she sighs. “Honey, if you weren’t my ride or die, I would steal him away from you in a heartbeat. That ass and those shoulders? Yum.”

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, wondering why Aiden was so blind to what’s right in front of him. Just like his past girlfriends that I helped him get rid off by anonymously presenting them with proof of them cheating or using him for their selfish desires. Sometimes, I get them to leave him by seducing them till they fall into bed with me. I don’t go all the way with them, just enough to create a really incriminating situation before threatening to call Aiden to come over right now. I was gay as hell. Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then.

He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, and nobody laughed, nobody filmed it, the entire room holding the particular stunned stillness of an audience that had wanted entertainment and gotten something they weren't prepared for instead. Ava stood exactly where she was. Sofia appeared at her side. "Ava." "I know." "That didn't look like winning." "I know, Sofia." She did not eat lunch. She sat at her usual table with her tray untouched and the recording still sitting on her own profile with its climbing view count, a number that had felt like vindication that morning and now sat in her stomach like something she had swallowed wrong. Her phone buzzed. She looked down, expecting Mia or Sofia

"What about the doctor who checked on Siya? ..., I questioned him. "I don't know, but she strangely says that the patient named Siya was pregnant when she visited on 25th September and demanded an abortion the very next day. And I don't think she was bribed. I don't blame her ex-fiancé here because if it was me, even I would have believed all these." "I would have doubted her if I hadn't cross-checked those photos. I would try my best to retrieve those CCTV recordings, Ian; give me some time." he requested.

“And what about me? How long do I have to hide in the shadow of that overgrown elephant?” “Not long, I promise,” Liam murmured, his eyes darkening as desire caught fire. “The contract is already drawn up.” “A contract?” Chloe asked, her interest piqued. “What’s in it?” “We’re going to have a child, Chloe. I’m going to get you pregnant, and that fat cow is going to pretend to carry our baby in public.” Chloe’s eyes went wide, suspended between disbelief and a thrill of dark excitement at the sheer madness of the idea. “Pretend to be pregnant? How could she pull that off?”

she said, her voice calm and reassuring. Sierra swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. "And?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Dr. Evans hesitated, glancing down at the clipboard in her hand. "Sierra, you're pregnant." The words hit Sierra like a physical blow, stealing the air from her lungs. Pregnant? It was impossible. She'd been meticulous, diligent about taking her birth control pills. There was no way… "There must be some mistake," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I'm on the pill. It's… it's not possible."

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Shaun immediately walked over, slipped his arm around her waist, and asked gently, "Are you tired?" Halsey smiled back. "Not at all—oh! Sierra, what happened?" She finally noticed Sierra sprawled on the floor. Sierra's face was twisted with pain and embarrassment. "I'm fine. I just twisted my ankle. Let me get up." She tried, but the pain was so sharp that she couldn't move. Halsey took a step forward. "Here, let me help you." "Thanks," Sierra said quickly, grabbing onto the chance. Shaun pulled Halsey back by the waist. "No. You're pregnant. You need to take care of yourself, not other people."