Chucky X Tiffany Novels & Stories

“I don’t know… His online ID is ‘Hush’. I don’t know his name, age, or height. I only know he’s in the capital, but I don’t know if he was born here. I just have a good feeling about him. There’s no romantic development, but I want it. I’m trying really hard here so don’t dash my hopes please.” Tiffany was not interested in digging for unreliable gossip. “Fine, fine, fine. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you catch your Prince Charming soon. We’re off the clock in less than an hour, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when the department supervisor comes by so I don’t get in trouble…” After work, Tiffany hailed a cab to the Tremont Estate. She was in a bad mood, so good food was the only

Tiffany squeaked and jumped out of my arms. "Tiffany!" I yelled at her as she raced to him and grabbed his legs. "When you take my mummy on another date can I come too? Pretty please, Mr. Movie Star!" She begged and gave him a cute little pout. 'This child is going to kill me—' "Oww!" Tiffany winced, scrunching her face as her little body tensed and her legs trembled.

We are a forbidden tale already doomed for destruction. "So, are you two like official now, because I know you had sex with him on your eighteenth birthday?" Tiffany sips her drink with a coy smile that says I know what you're thinking. "Yes." No. "Oh my goodness." She squeals. "I'm so happy for you." She squeezed my palms. "I always knew he was your knight in shiny armor. The way the energy is always charged when you two are together." I wish. "Yes, he is really nice." Is he really nice?

She smiled sweetly and spoke slowly with a slight lisp. “Hi, Tiffany. I’m Rye and have an appointment with Sticks.” She smiled back. “I will let him know you are here. Please have a seat.” Tiffany pointed to the chairs and couch before going to the door leading out to the shop floor. Rye was admiring the craftsmanship of the chair she was sitting in when Sticks followed Tiffany back into the office. “Tiffany, do you remember Chance telling you he was getting married?” Sticks asked as they approached Rye as she stood up.

Raymond's words were sharp, cutting enough to sting. Yet Tiffany didn't care. She leaned against the corridor wall and smiled faintly. "Whichever identity makes you answer my question willingly, Dr. Hutton, is the one I'll use." In other words, whatever. She'd let him think what he wanted. Raymond's cold eyes stayed fixed on her. He threw the question back. "And which identity do you think would make me willing?" "Then ex-girlfriend it is." Tiffany smiled carelessly, her expression dazzling. "After all, you never liked Glen, did you?"

The lady said, and pecked Shawn's cheek before dragging him towards the stairs. “Go fuck yourselves!” Tiffany yelled after them. She slumped on the chair as they disappeared out of sight. The guts of him to bring his whore to the house. Does he have no respect or dignity? He accused her of cheating of which she was not guilty of, but there he was, bringing a lady to the house. She could be a serial killer for all he knows. Speaking of serial killers, Tiffany's eyes widened. What if the lady decides to kill her at night? Fear immediately gripped her and she turned off the television before hurrying upstairs to her room.

I could almost believe I'd misinterpreted what Chase had said to her, only I knew I hadn't. Tiffany smiled when she saw me looking, putting the tray on a side table to come over and touch my arm. She said, "I don't want him. I want you. I think I've made that obvious by now, right? Or are you still confused about how I feel about you?" Oh no. I'd pushed her into the wrong idea again. I definitely did not want to get her naked right now or possibly any other time. I was still letting the jury be out on the case of me and Tiffany naked together.

“Trust me. The sooner you accept everything the better. And at least you won’t feel like you are losing your mind.” “That’s spicy coming from someone who hasn’t done the accepting herself.” Tiffany smiled and I frowned at her. She opened a page in her black book that depicted a drawing of a girl with orange hair between a guy with blonde hair and another with brown hair. She had one hand on the cheek of the brown hair guy while the blonde had his finger under her chin as if turning her to face him. This looked so... Intimate. So… off! How the hell does she even draw all of this! I bet my whole life story was on one of these pages.

Tiffany gladly held the teacup with her hand and graciously put it to her lips, "when was it? when you and her fought? And she threw you to the wall?" That caught my attention, what kind of woman can throw a guy on the wall? "She can do magic because Tyler gave her the power to." Tiffany gave a teasing smirk. The corner of her lips lifted like she was saying something that could savagely hurt someone. I'm speechless, I put my palm on my forehead and concluded that my speculation was correct. Tyler went in my direction with pressed lips. He gave me an earl grey tea and headed to the one-sitter sofa between Tiffany and me.

" It's one of our favorite songs. " We were all dancing, having a good time, and then Cherry walked off the floor." I can tell she was upset because of Wade Jefferson. " He is a player, and an ass." We know she is in love with the jerk face. "What I am saying," We are all in love with our bully. " I wasn't paying attention because someone was behind me, he or she was dancing close." I turned around." "Hey, get the Fu… my heart was beating so fast when I saw Ryan fucking Scottsdale smiling at me." 'That's strange because he never smiles but smirks at me." I look closely, his eyes are glassy. " He fucking high or drunk."