Grown By Tiffany Jackson Novels & Stories

“It was. I remember some of the kids bullied me for only having my grandparents, not my mom and dad. Only Leo, Santino, Andi, and Rico are my genuine friends who truly understand me." "My grannies trained me to be their successor. People say grandparents spoil their grandchildren but it wasn't the case with me. My grannies stressed that they made a mistake in spoiling mom, making her unsuccessful in her 20s." "What do you mean? Are they strict with you?" "I don't call it strict, they just discipline me. They said successful people are disciplined, the earlier the better. They have rules imposed like waking up early in the morning, starting from the low position work in the company. They made

he said, voice low and controlled. “And I know you think you’re doing this to teach me some lesson or whatever. But Jacob is my boyfriend, and I care about him, so deal with it,” she said. Jacob tried to hold back his grin. Despite her prom dress and delicate appearance, Tiffany was a force to be reckoned with. “And if he breaks your heart?” River asked, raising an eyebrow. “Then I will deal with it. You will need to face the fact that I am growing up and can take care of myself and my feelings,” Tiffany said determinedly.

Tammy was getting more excited the more she talked, "Once Layla has her pick, we can let Tiffany choose too!" Jun said, "Tammy! Tiffany is only seventeen! What are you talking about!" Tammy said, "She can be friends first! I don't mind letting our daughter get to know some exceptional boys. That way, it might have a positive impact on motivating her to study." Jun was speechless. Of course, she would get to know more brilliant people. Tiffany had been coddled and spoilt since she was a child, so she had perfectly inherited some of Tammy's traits.

Tiffany, who is twelve years old, had a friend who liked Joshua; however, Joshua felt like she was too young for him. Joshua, growing up, barely saw his dad, and the absence of his dad in his life made him more independent. Tiffany, who turned fifteen years old, was starting secondary school. Her brother Joshua was a big shot in the school. He always hung out with the seniors; that's where he got more exposed to cocaine.

Tiffany said. “Thank you, my darling. You are indeed your father's daughter. I'm so proud of you, Tiff.” Mr Dion said. “I'm proud of you too. You are one of the strongest men I know and the best father ever.” “Thank you, baby.” “That reminds me, I was chosen amongst other students to represent my school in a spelling bee competition. Would you come, Dad?” Tiffany asked. “Congratulations, Daddy's girl. I would love to be there. What's the date?” Mr Dion asked.

Anthony said it seems like his imagination but deep down he was hoping it's not his imagination but true that her finger moved. Cassie stood in the middle of her daughter's painting room and went through all the paintings in there. She moved closer to a painting and it was a painting of Thomas and Adrian when she was still young. In the painting, Thomas carried her on his neck in a park and the both of them were smiling.

For the girls in tbe circle, Tiffany was the devil among the devil's. Tiffany had performed excellently since she was a child. When she grew up, she was admitted to the most exceptional university in M country. At that time, Tiffany Was only 16 years old. She was young and she was the first daughter in their country who had been specially admitted to that university, so she was really brilliant in those days. Her family even held several banquets for that.

"I do." "Then if we're keeping score, shouldn't I be the one transferring you 200,000 or 300,000 dollars?" That memory had never left her. Time had only sharpened it. Back then… Tiffany had grown up in Jouleston, in a cramped 320-square-foot house on the outskirts, four people waiting on demolition money. She studied until dawn and burned herself out for scholarships to claw her way into Jouleston's elite high school, a place swarming with prodigies and the wealthy.

Curiosity got the better of me," my name is Tiffany, what is your name?" Gladys was looking at us, and as I asked that question she jumped in to answer before he could respond. "Now that's enough informality, he is just a random boy, a medical student from our school." When she said that, she laughed. " Well, I'll call it my 'old' school since you and your unfortunate brother made sure I got kicked out, nevertheless, soon, you would be kicked out too. "

, little Larry shouted, running around the sitting room in search of Tiffany. "My sweet little Larry is back and how was school today?" Tiffany said, rubbing his cheeks. They were engrossed in their conversation without noticing me. My heart melted to see how they communicated lovingly. "Larry won't you greet your Dad", I said, disrupting their conversation. "Daddy" "Ohh, I can see your Dad is jealous", Tiffany teased us. We all laughed at her words. I urged Tiffany to help Larry to get changed. ………..Tiffany Lawrence………..