Novels by Tiffany Lin

Kylie's POVSarah arrived.That annoying old woman who treated Cole like he was her biological grandson, which meant no matter what he did—even if he killed someone—she'd still see him as a sweetheart. He could never do anything wrong in her eyes.I remembered when I first got into a relationship with Cole and visited his villa while she was around. She made it so obvious that she disliked me, and wouldn’t stop making several mean and unnecessary comments, including calling me “motherless” and “mannerless” just because I didn’t fold the napkin the way she wanted.The sting of that word still sat somewhere in my chest, like a wound that refused to heal. She didn’t even try to hide her sneer when she said it—like she wanted it to break me.And maybe back then, it did.I would always cry back then, and I also told Cole about it. But what did he say?He said he treated her as a mother, so I needed to, too, which simply meant I had to pretend I didn't hear her cruel words—smile even when s

Kylie's POVMy fingers curled into a fist, but I only sneered on the surface. "Nothing."He shook his head. "That thoughtful look..." He stood, tilting his head as he approached me.I didn't step back as he continued to close in, like he wanted to terrify me with his height. I met his firm gaze while he enclosed me.Then his lips curled into a smirk, and he lifted my chin.My skin crawled with disgust at standing this close to him, and I had to hold my breath so I wouldn't give in to the urge to make a mess on him."Will you just back off?" I whispered, grimacing.For some reason, I thought I could detect a pungent smell on him.Who knows.He's a piece of shit, so it wasn't surprising that he smelled like one.Then he leaned in.Is he crazy?I thought he might be teasing me until he got closer and closer, and I swore I could feel his breath on me, on my lips. "Are you ill?" I swatted his hand away from my chin, stomping on his foot before backing away.He stared down at me, his expre

Kylie's POVWith that, I stood up again. "Well, wishing you the best of luck in finding him."But just like earlier, the moment I was about to reach the door, the men blocked me again."Tell them to let me go.""Why should I?"I yelled, "You literally promised to, just a while ago!"He smiled. "I didn't, though."My eyes widened. I wanted to say he did, but his knowing smile made me remember he had only hummed in reply when I spoke earlier. The realization weakened me.This bastard is really impossible, isn't he?"You're still as gullible as ever. I'm quite disappointed, huh," he commented, running his hand through his hair.He glanced at one of the men. "Go bring it over."I watched in confusion as the man bowed, left, and then came back out a few minutes later.Wait...What's that?A card?He handed it to Cole, who beckoned me forward."What's in there?" I refused to move an inch, but he only shrugged."Wouldn't you know after you check it out?"In the end, I still ended up walking

Kylie's POVMy chest heaved as I finished talking, glaring at him.I didn't care about the consequences or anything. I just wanted to say bye to this goddamn place. His gaze was fixed on me, unflinching even at my outburst. He genuinely looked like he was enjoying this, and that infuriated me further."What? Cat got your goddamn tongue? Is it that hard to make these damn sons of bitches leave my face? Or wait... you can't really give them orders? Either way, you're pathetic and useless.""Are you done?" he uncrossed his legs, his expression slowly turning serious.If looks could kill, from the ones I've been giving him so far, he'd be six feet under already — I wished so too. Unfortunately, that wasn't a prayer that could be easily answered.He said in a tone that left no room for argument, "If you're done, come sit down and finish watching this."I almost spat out blood from the fury building in my chest."You—" I had no idea what to say again. Rather, I couldn't even get the words

Kylie's POVThe screen blinked to life, an almost cinematic sound emitting from it. In the beginning, I couldn't see what was going on, but a few seconds later the images slowly began to form.Men in the dark were kicking at something, or someone; their movements were cruel and rough, and even without being there, I felt a chill run down my spine watching this.I could see the blood on the fallen figure; he was huge, even in his human form, and finally the men stepped back. One of them panned the camera to him.My heart leapt to my throat when I saw the familiar face.Elijah!I instinctively called, but no one responded. The man being hit violently was him. My insides shook, and my body trembled before I even realized it.I gritted my teeth and turned to Cole with burning eyes. "What did you do to him?"He brushed his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time, grinning like my predicament—or the one in the video—was something to be laughed at."And yet, you asked another question.

Kylie’s POVHe smirked, setting down the wine glass in his hand, then combed through his hair—an action that made me cringe inwardly.What the fuck is this motherfucker doing?I watched with bated breath as he stayed silent for a long while, then chuckled."Well... she asked me another question... so," his eyes went to his men, and he commanded, "Slap her!"The man instantly raised his hand again, but Cole suddenly said, "Stop."The slap I was prepared for didn’t land, and I turned to him, biting my lip.Did he finally regain some compassion?"There’s another alternative to the hits.""Wh—" I hissed as I caught myself. Then I looked him in the eyes and said nothing."Take a piece of your clothes off.""What the fuck?" I couldn’t help the curse that escaped my lips.Was he being for real right now?He shrugged. "Two slaps now, or two pieces of clothes."I went silent, like I was considering the crap that just left his dirty mouth.No, I wasn’t.I would never allow this bastard to see m

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from Facebook Marketplace at a really cheap price. But these different-colored couches weren't what made her stumble, but the man sitting on them. Carlo. The bastard.Anger erupted in her chest, but the sight of Marco, who was sitting at the side, made her keep her cool.She glanced at him. "Go eat some."Marco stood up, taking the cake while winking meaningfully at her. "Uh, I will excuse you two lovebirds then."Once Marco disappeared into the kitchen, the calm facade she wore tore away, and all that was left was resentment. "Why are you here?"Carlo stood up. He had a poker face, and a pair of righteous eyes behind black-framed glasses.All this while, she had thought his heart would be different, and maybe warmer since he was her boyfriend and manager, but it turned out it was as cold as the Arctic. Otherwise, how would he feel comfortable trying to make her bed so

Hours later. Nora's eyes snapped open, bereft of any emotions. Seconds passed before realization slipped in, and she stiffened when she felt the warm figure enveloping her body. The heat had faded, leaving nothing but shock, numbness, and confusion. What had she done? She sat up so suddenly and felt something slipped out of her. That was when she belatedly realized she had his engorged member inside her, and his cum had gushed out along. She blinked in shock, staring at the white liquid like she didn't know what it was. Her expression was almost comical compared to the lustful one she had earlier. The stranger stirred awake at this moment. He became aware almost immediately, and his gaze fixed on her back. He shifted slightly, brows furrowed as he grabbed his phone from beneath the blanket. She flinched when she felt his movement and raised her head, only for her to freeze. A pair of violet eyes collided with her own, deep like an abyss. Sharp brows framed it in perfection,

Her pants slid down her thighs in a slow, sensual motion until they dropped at her ankles. The man's eyes darkened, pulsing with desire. He seized her suddenly, and she felt the world sway then realized she was midair, in his arms, and he was taking her to his bed. She bounced lightly against the mattress when he put her down, but his weight had already followed, looming over her. His hands parted her thighs to form the M shape, leaving her utterly exposed to his stare. Her pussy spasmed as she watched him lick his lips, and she spread herself wider in anticipation of what was about to come. He didn't let her wait for long. He shoved two fingers inside her, and a gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. His fingers were thick and long, grazing her walls smoothly. "Mmmmm." She moaned, chest heaving as his fingers worked faster in her. Her body arched off the mattress while he added another finger, touching that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Wet sounds filled the roo

Nora's heart pounded like a drum as she ran to the elevator. She jabbed the button while glancing over her shoulder. She was fearful that Mason's men, whom she had met on the first floor when she first arrived here, would chase after her. When the doors finally slid open, she ran inside and clicked the ground floor button—at least she thought—her fingers shaky and her breath uneven. But as soon as the doors closed, a suffocating wave of heat crashed over her. No, it wasn't the room temperature or whatever, but her heat. She cursed under her breath, her body trembling with panic. It was that cursed, stupid, Alpha-triggering, senseless, horny heat. It pooled low in her belly, fire shooting between her legs. Her knees buckled slightly as she gripped the wall railing for support. Her skin flushed, thighs pressing together on instinct as an unbearable ache lodged between them. Her mouth felt dry, and her breathing had turned shallow. “Shit,” she gasped, covering her mouth because it

"I–I'm feeling tipsy," a woman slurred, her voice echoing in the private room. It was clear she was drunk from the way her head tilted and her hand shook. Beside her sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and glowing bald head. On his face sat a suspiciously wide smile like someone watching their favorite comedy show—except there was no comedy on display. Around his neck hung a dangling golden chain that seemed out of place with what he wore, and his hands were collectively designed with several golden rings. They caught the light of the chandelier with his every movement. On another seat facing the couch was a young man, probably in mid-twenties. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Compared to the two people who were seemingly dressed to the nines, he appeared to be like an assistant. But no, he wasn't an assistant. His name was Carlo, and he was a small-time manager at Blue Hill Entertainment, managing only a Z–list actress — Nora Ferraro. And meanwhile, the midd