Novels by Tiffany Lin

Third Person POV The cars finally crunched to a halt on a gravel turnout overlooking a scene of almost impossibly perfect beauty. A wide, grassy meadow sloped gently down to the edge of a crystal-clear lake, its surface so still it perfectly mirrored the deep blue of the sky and the deep green of the surrounding pine forest. Wildflowers — dotted bursts of purple, yellow, and white — sprinkled the grass like confetti. The air was fresh and clean, carrying the gentle scent of damp earth and pine needles. It was the kind of place meant for whispered secrets and tender moments. Cole stepped out, his dark mood contrasting sharply with the idyllic surroundings. He barely glanced at the view, his attention fixed on the two women emerging from the backseat. His guards moved with quiet efficiency, unpacking the lavish picnic basket and laying out a thick, checkered blanket, plush cushions, and an assortment of containers that promised a small feast. Kylie didn't wait for an invitation or di

Mia’s POV I laid her down, my breath heavy, my chest burning, my eyes teary. Then I got up and sprint as fast as my shaky legs would carry me to fetch the healer. Miraculously — did I even mention?—I could feel my legs again. They were no longer stiff and heavy. No longer dead weight like before I was dragged in. I get it now. She must’ve called the healer as a cover to “treat me,” while secretly burning herself out to fix me. Kylie… Just how good could she be to me? And yet… And yet… all I ever did was betray her, just to have extra sips of water. A wave of guilt crashed into me, twisting my stomach and tightening my chest. I bit my lips, channeling that guilt into speed as I rushed to get the healer as fast as I could. Upon arriving, he sat by Kylie, stroking his silver beard, confusion filling his gaze. “Did you two fight to the death while I wasn’t around? How come she’s drained so badly?” he muttered, already reaching for supplies to give her a drip. I bit my lip so hard

Third Person POV (Sarah Focused) The room was quiet. Too quiet. The walls bore no mirrors, no decorations, no whispers of the outside world, and the sunlight that filtered through the thin curtains felt weak, almost insulting. It was as though the universe itself had conspired to give her isolation its coldest version. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, hands clenched so tightly the skin on her knuckles had turned white. The food lay untouched on the side table: bowls of her usual favourite meals, meats, bread, and other delicacies that many nannies woikd never get a taste of. But for her, it was different. Cole is like an extension of her, despite them nothing sharing any blood ties. So she able to enjoy everything his birth mother was supposed to be enjoying. And that made her feel guilty. Oh, how will her beloved Lady, Kylie's birth mother felt when she realized she hadn't helped her take care of her son like she was supposed to? This feeling made her lost

Third Person POVThe air in the car became so thick with hostility it felt like breathing in soup. Merilyn's expression, which had been coldly commanding, now twisted into something more forceful and ugly. The elegant mask of nobility slipped, revealing the raw, entitled power beneath. Her eyes narrowed into venomous slits, her lips pulling back from her teeth in a snarl."I said..." she repeated, her voice dropping to a low, guttural register that vibrated with threat, "...I am your Luna. You have me already. Are you so pathetic that you need to cheat by hoarding the phone numbers of other, lesser whores? Is that what this is about?"In the backseat, Kylie couldn't help but frown. The crude, vicious word was more than harsh; she couldn't help but wondered if she had misjudged her or something. She had actually thought she was a well-bred noble woman, in the end... Indeed, don't judge the book by its cover. Cole, however, seemed more utterly, dumbfoundedly shocked. His head whipped a

Third Person POVThe car sped on, the last remnants of sunset giving way to a deep, inky darkness that swallowed the world outside. The headlights cut two lonely tunnels of light through the night, and inside the vehicle, the mood was just as dark and confined. They were surrounded by nothing but the hum of the engine and their own tangled thoughts, a small island of tension moving through an abyss.Halfway through the journey, in the dim, shadowy light of the car's interior, Merilyn happened to turn her head. She caught Kylie's side profile silhouetted against the passing darkness. The weak, exhausted pallor of Kylie's face was softened by the gloom, and the delicate lines of her nose and jaw were thrown into sharp, elegant relief. A new, opportunistic thought, cold and calculating, suddenly struck Merilyn with the force of a lightning bolt.'She is quite pretty,' Merilyn observed, not with jealousy, but with the detached appraisal of a collector assessing a new piece. 'And my brothe

Third Person POVThe ride back home was nothing short of a rolling cage of tension and drama. The kind the healer would have died for. The air inside the luxury vehicle was so thick and heavy it was difficult to breathe, each person trapped in their own private world of thought, the cheerful picnic scenery outside the windows a stark, mocking contrast to the silence within.A weak and utterly drained Kylie, her face still pale and her body feeling as fragile as glass, had been half-carried into the car by the guards. She slumped into her seat, wanting nothing more than to close her eyes and forget the world existed. When Merilyn approached the car, radiating a satisfied, almost glowing energy, Kylie's eyes lit up a bit and she nodded in greeting. "Lady Merilyn." Merilyn paused at the door, her eyes sweeping over Kylie’s pitiful state with a flicker of amusement before her face settled into a magnanimous smile. "Oh, Kylie, no need to be so formal with me anymore," she said, her voice

Nora stilled, her expression turning awkward. Marco immediately knew this kind of look — she definitely did.His body trembled as he lashed out. "Why would you do that? Huh? Why would you cheat on him? He treated us well! He introduced you to the entertainment industry! He's our family savior, but you went ahead and slept with some bastard outside! How could you do that?!" He said in agitation, veins popping on his neck with every word he spat.Nora's hand clenched by the side, her knuckles turning white. Her lips quivered as she struggled not to talk, or her voice would rise higher than she expected and it would trigger his condition.She inhaled deeply to rein in her anger. "Rest first, we will talk later."She turned around, preparing to excuse herself but he stomped his feet on the floor, snarling. "Don't go anywhere! That's how you always hide when you're guilty! I don't care why you cheated on him, but it's a disgraceful and thoughtless thing to do to someone that always treated

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from F******k 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 b

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. Few seconds passed before he sat up, then grabbed his phone on the stand. She flinched when she felt these movements and looked beside her, 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