Grown Tiffany Jackson Novels & Stories

Tiffany looked like she was about to cry because she had absolutely no experience in cleaning up a stained sofa. Jackson burst out laughing on the spot. He thought Tiffany was going to accuse him of deliberately soiling the sofa to force her into submission. He didn’t expect her mind to be this pure. It was as if her brain didn’t function like a normal person’s. It was already midnight and Tiffany finally accepted the fact that she wouldn’t be going home today. Even so, she still insisted on not sharing the same blanket as Jackson. At least, it felt safer that way. At the Tremont Estate...

I looked at Gladys and then back at him. "I see that you found yourself a new toy," I told him. A grim line formed between his eyebrows. He returned his attention to me before responding. "Because of Gladys, I lost everything. So I'll make her stay till I get it all back." "And how do you I intend to do that?" "Just like I am doing. I'll keep trying." "Try harder," I told him and when I slightly turned, my gaze fell on someone looking lost. It was Tiffany and two of my guards. Tiffany was dressed in a beautiful black laced gown and a mask. The dress was an off shower gown that revealed her neck and shoulders.

Chloe called out my name but I ignored her, determined to question Tiffany. I got to the mansion, shouting Tiffany's name but no response, I sat on the sofa, waiting patiently for her. I checked my watch, it was 9:55 pm, I got more annoyed, I detest her arriving late. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see who it was. I gritted my teeth as I saw Tiffany, I stood up threw the pictures at her and yelled out, "What is this Tiffany?" Tiffany picked the pictures from the ground, her hand were trembling,

“Don't try to get yourself choked and die right here in my house.” Tiffany glared at him and continued her torment on the food. ~~~~ Tiffany tossed on the bed, eyes wide opened as she stared at her phone, blushing and smiling heavily, in the middle of the night. Of course, her gossip mate was back. Kelly and Tiffany grew up together and went to the same school. Sadly they had to separate from each other, as Kelly went for an internship in Houston. Kelly was lousy, outgoing, naughty, everything a crazy girl could be, meanwhile Tiffany was opposite of her. They were still in contact with each other not until recently, a few months ago precisely.

Tiffany sat in front of her vanity table, phone in hand. She's currently on G****e, typing a name. Ryat Briggs. Everyone knows him, but only the fact that he's handsome, rich, and a sèx addict. No one has ever talked about his age, which is why she took it upon herself to search, and when his age popped up on screen, she spranged up. "28??" The phone nearly fell from her since she's just 22. "Oh my gawd...how come he has that well crafted attractive face? Christ" she dropped the phone and turned around, only to see Yvonne standing by the bathroom door.

My Tyler, her manager said, spreading his arms. “Good day, Mr Tyler.” She greeted before getting enveloped in his broad arms. “Hi Mr Martin, Leonard and Mr Andrew. It's a pleasure seeing you all again.” Tiffany said, greeting the agency owner, creative director and the stylist respectively. “It’s good to see you again, Tiff. I guess getting engaged to Shawn Gold has taken you away from us.” Mr Martin said. “We missed you, dear.” Mr Leonard said. “Yeah, we did.” Mr Andrew added.

Tiffany was jobless at that time and they always see each other in the street and greet each other,she had approached her back then to ask if she was interested in working at there fashion industry cause she remembered that Tiffany had told her that she was a fashion designer. Tiffany had agreed to work at the industry and now she has grown wings,ever since she brought Tiffany, no one had noticed her work. All she wanted now is to make sure that Tiffany is sacked,she has to do something to make sure that she outsmarts her at all cost. She hesitantly walked away from her door post and went to her office to pick up her things. "I must teach that ingrate a lesson she would never forget." She mu