Jojo Siwa Forehead Mga Nobela at Kwento

She placed it on Jessie's forehead with care. "Bev." "Like Britney or Bettany?" "Just Bev." Sierra used the back of her hand to feel Jessie's forehead after a moment. "You require medical attention. You won't be cured by this chilly water." Sierra got off of her chair and walked into the restroom, carrying the bowl of water with her. She removed the cold cloth from her forehead and spread it in the bathroom when she returned to Jessie. "I'm good, Sierra; you don't need to be concerned about me." Sierra shook her head when Jessie tried to sit up straight.

However, just because she had run into him twice, her brain was starting to come up with such laughable ideas all over again. How ridiculous... Sierra shook her head vigorously in an attempt to get rid of those preposterous ideas and faced Johan with her usual composure. However, all Johan did was stare at her. His gaze was intense, as if he was going to devour her alive. Sierra's first instinct was to draw back, but his gaze alarmed her into halting her tracks. There was a long silence between them. Just as Sierra thought that Johan wouldn't speak again, he slowly closed his eyes.

Sierra looked at her palm, and there was a slight wound like a needle prick. "What is this?" Before Sierra could turn it off, she felt dizzy in her head. "Why is my head so dizzy?" Sierra touched her head where it hurt. And the man immediately helped Sierra. "What's wrong with you, Miss?" He asked with a bit of panic. "No, I'm fine," she refused the unknown man's help. "Are you sick?" The man named Rey continued to feel anxious seeing Sierra's condition. "I'm fine. Really," Sierra tried, but her condition was getting weaker; even when Rey took her away, Sierra couldn't resist.

She ran the back of her hand over her forehead, as if to check her temperature. - Have you had a bit too much to drink earlier, did you ? Let me see your little face. Siloa waved her hand in the direction of the curtain, signifying to the person inside to wait a little, then moved towards Shola to quickly check her state of health before saying anything. - Just give me the painkillers, please. If you move your hands forward, I'll bite you without hesitation. Siloa hesitated a little, then smiled before patting Shola's left thigh.

~ SIERRA ~ It took Sierra a moment to realize what was happening. One moment she was standing by the window, breathing in the fresh air, and the next moment she was lying on her stomach, face to face with a stranger. Sierra opened her eyes to see a pair of icy blue eyes looking back at her. She had fallen on top of a guy, who seemed young, maybe around her age. He had jet-black hair that was styled like Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic. He also had strong features and a sharp jawline, and his body was all muscles and rock-hard.

Aiden asked in a deep low voice. His voice reverberated with authority and temptation which sent chills down Jennifer’s spine. Her lips trembled at the effect as she looked heavenward to meet Aiden’s gaze. Jennifer moved forward unable to control herself. She moaned as she took his length into her mouth. ~AT THE CLINIC~ Sierra suddenly jerked up from her sleep when she felt a sharp pain below her stomach. It’s hurting her so bad that she started crying. “We must stop him Sie” Bia growled viciously at the back of her head.

Her outfit is nothing special, but Adelaide looks like she might as well be drooling over it. Safira has her hair braided in one straight line and a furious mark is at the side of her neck. She catches me looking and cocks an eyebrow up. “Is there anything stunning about me this morning?” I gesture for us to keep on walking while I touch the side of my neck in the exact same position her hickey is. “Had a lot of fun last night didn’t you?”

“What are you—” Cassie didn’t let her finish, She leaned forward and headbutted Sierra squarely on the forehead. “Ah!” Sierra stumbled backward, dropping the plate in her hands. It crashed onto the floor, sending pieces of eggs and broken ceramic across the tiles. She immediately grabbed her forehead, her eyes widening in disbelief. “You crazy bitch!” Sierra screamed.

“Tell me. Everything. Every. Single. Detail.” So Lora did. Shyly. Carefully. About arriving. About people staring. About Noah. Making jokes. Making her. Comfortable. About dancing. About. Everything. Sienna listened. Smiling wider. With each. Word. Each. Detail. Each. Emotion. “He kissed you!” Sienna squealed. When Lora. Mentioned. Forehead kiss. “On forehead!” Lora corrected. Fast. Defensive. “Just. Forehead. It was. Nothing. Just. Friendly.”

“You’ve been through a lot. Let’s take a look at that head of yours.” Osborne moves aside as the doctor pulls out gloves and a small kit. Sienna sits rigidly while he unwraps the gauze around her head. She winces as the cool air hits her scalp, her fingers digging into the blanket. “Everything looks clean,” the doctor says as he examines the area. “The stitches are holding well, and the swelling has gone down significantly.” Sienna glances at the mirror across the room, catching a glimpse of her reflection. Her head is shaved, a latticework of stitches crisscrossing her scalp like jagged seams. The sight stirs grief within her. She quickly averts her gaze.