Ppg A Made Up Story Novels & Stories

Marlee pushed the door open and entered the room. She looked as usual. Obviously, she had recomposed herself. “Marlee!” David called out. “Mother!” The little girl cried unhappily. “Peggy, what were you talking about? You look a little unhappy. Did Mister bully you?” Marlee pretended to be ignorant. The little girl shook her head. When she was just about to speak, David answered before her, “Marlee, we’re not talking about anything. I was telling Peggy a story. The ending of the latest story didn’t have a happy ending so that’s why she’s a little unhappy.”

“That’s # 2. I gave you permission for the first slap; I’ll give you a pass on the second slap; the third one I may send you to the dungeons.” Maggie looked at me with horror in her eyes, but she otherwise remained stoic. “It’s not what you think,” I calmly explained as I rubbed my cheek. “We’ve created the cover story that you are a human hooker ---” “YOU have created the story that I am a human hooker,” Maggie corrected.

“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?”

"None of your business." "Heidi, stop!" Paige burst out. "Why are you shaming Gigi? You know the pack constantly makes up untrue rumors. Just the other week they were saying Jasmine was pregnant with Beta Luke's pup. And Jasmine is one hundred percent faithful to Alpha Blake. These are obviously just bored people with nothing better to do than make up crazy lies for entertainment."

I knew the secret now—but how was I supposed to expose it? Smash the wall open? No. That would only put me in the same humiliating situation as before, letting him twist the story and paint me as mentally unstable. Staring at the markings on the blueprint, a plan slowly formed in my mind. I spent several days preparing. Then I procured a special type of smoke compound—completely harmless, but with an incredibly strong odor, like sulfur mixed with rotten eggs. Even the faintest leak would fill a sealed space instantly. Another Wednesday evening passed. Marc texted to say the new line was entering final review. He and the core designers would be working late, and I shouldn't wait for him.

"So people will know she was lying?" "People already know she was lying. That fainting stunt didn't help her credibility." Within an hour, every news station was reporting that Amanda's accusations had been proven false. The company documents clearly showed that I was the sole owner and founder of P&G Industries. "Well," Sandra said, "that backfired spectacularly." "Do you think Amanda knew she didn't have evidence?" Christian asked. "I think Amanda thought she could bluff her way through it," I said. "And when that didn't work, she tried to faint?"

Her lips twitched awkwardly. "So, tell me. Where did you hear all this? I'll help you verify whether the information is reliable or not," Summer asked slowly. "Ms. Hartford, she said it! We had nothing to do with it…" the others hurriedly said. "It's not what you think! I was only joking around. There are plenty of ridiculous rumors around. Please don't take it to heart," Peggy blurted out, glaring at the others. They were all just happily listening to her gossip just now, but they were so quick to throw her under the bus when something happened.

Although their voices were still very calm and collected, it didn’t stop me from seeing the anger in their eyes. They were deeply disappointed, especially Mr. Porshia, and that was majorly because he was the one who introduced me to Mr. Gregory. “I am so sorry,” I apologized deeply and I really meant it. “You keep saying we as though it was true, making me a little confused,” Mr. Gregory added. “Because at that time, we were partners,” I responded. “The story that Alexa told me about how she met you and fell in love with you, was any of that true or also fabricated?” Mr. Porhia asked me.