Jojo Siwa Forehead Novels & Stories

His beard smelled faintly of singed pride. “No,” Sienna said. The word landed with weight. She stood straighter, not regained, remade. Her hair clung to her temples where the smoke had dampened it. The mark on her wrist glowed the pale color of a blade left in a brook. She looked at each face and refused to turn away from any.

Then I narrowed my eyes at her, a little suspicious. "Wait... are you pregnant or something?"I asked. Sierra shook her head quickly, raising both hands. "Nope! I never miss my pills. I’m good. Plus, I’m not ready. I want to enjoy a little more freedom before I have to grow a human. Besides, I have my own psychotic drama, Zane's sister."She said. "Oh God. What did she do now?"I asked. “She sent me a wreath.” Sierra said with a deadpan expression.

Her brow lifted slightly Silvio tapped a finger against his lips "I'm waiting" Silvio tapped a finger against his lips “I’m waiting" Jia glanced around, hesitating.. then closed the distance. Rising on her toes, she pressed a soft peck to his mouth. Silvio raised an eyebrow "That's not a kiss, want me to show you what one looks like?" Jia bit her lip, eyes flicking to his. Slowly, she leaned in again—this time, she kissed him slowly-capturing his lower lip first, then the upper..moving with more intent.

She winces as she rubs her belly with a slight frown on her face. “Is everything okay?” I ask as I cross the chamber and visually examine her body. “I'm okay.” She sighs, waving me off. “What happened down there, Jaja? The species of Mahji are starting to whisper, and you know nothing good comes from gossip.” I turn my attention to Sofia. She nibbles on her lower lip while maintaining my gaze like a true warrior, refusing to surrender. I flick her a cheeky wink, which turns her cheeks into a cotton candy pink color.

Emily wished with all her heart, that Fate doesn't do anything cruel with them. Giving up on waking Louis up politely, Sia folded her forefinger and flicked him over his forehead. Flinching, Louis raised his head from Sia's shoulder and looked around sleepily. His forehead was stinging, but he didn't know what happened. Looking around, he noticed Sia, who was getting out of the car; sheepishly. Did she do something? No, she wouldn't! Dumbfounded, he rubbed his forehead and opened the car's door, stepping out. Raising his arms up in the air, he yawned out sleepily, not realizing that everyone was looking at him, holding in their laughter.

Sierra Rossi. I compare the two and try to identify which is real and which is not. But they were both legit IDs. I then noticed the pictures of me in both IDs were a bit different, especially with the hairstyle. They had straight black hair and the same smile. The only difference was that Airra's side hair was tucked in her ears, while Sierra's ears were covered with her hair. But then, I noticed a small slanted scar on Airra's jaw. I touched my jaw and didn't feel any scar.

sia said with a smirk, and she could see how his face was changing from a frown to anger them to a murderous expression "Don't push my buttons little one, I can be very unforgiving" he murmured as he raised his hand and reached for her wet locs of hair which had fallen to her face and pushed them back behind her ear and with a shiver, Sia froze like a zombie, her breathing stopped as she watched his long clean fingers up her face nearly brushing her skin

“Pull up all the information about Jay and Yorick. I want a report as soon as possible. Use the spy-tech to figure out their secrets.” Sia reclined on her chair and closed her eyes, trying to relax a bit. Today was a tiring day, both mentally and physically. She had drifted off to sleep before she could realize. *** “The report is ready.” Jojo’s mechanical voice snapped her out of her nap. She opened her eyes to see Jojo standing in front of her with a rectangular device similar to COD. A smile crept her lips as she read the reports. She jumped out of a chair and conjured her private glassway.

"Huu...Panther: Red Star Convergence" General Siwa's words were like a magic spell, for the star on her right glove suddenly came alive. The star leapt off the surface of the glove and integrated into General Siwa's forehead. Like a well lit lamp it stood between her eyebrows and illuminated the face of the one it beheld. General Siwa's eyes assumed the crimson color of the star once it was established on her forehead, and her power grew by twofold! Her expression became one of neutrality, and she struck out another fist!