Kirby Tiff Novels & Stories

Kirby’s voice was loud and filled the space. “I’m…I’m twenty-two, ma’am,” he replied, blinking rapidly for a few seconds. “Do you have siblings?” She continued her line of questioning, slowly pacing around the guy. He nodded, before quickly adding a verbal response. “Yes, ma’am. I have a little sister who is nine years old.” “Hmm…” Kirby finally stopped pacing, and she was right in front of him. Their faces were close to each other and she had a stiff look on hers. After a few seconds, Ben tried to speak but she stopped him.

“Kara…” Before anyone could react, another voice rang out. Clear. Mocking. Amplified by the microphone. “This is your Luna?” All eyes turned. Tiffany. She stepped forward with a sickening smile, the microphone gripped tightly in her manicured hand. Her voice oozed satisfaction. “This footage is not fake,” she announced proudly. “Your beloved Luna? Just a tainted, ruined woman. How can the New Age Pack follow someone like *that*?” The hall erupted in a flurry of murmurs—shock, doubt, disgust bleeding into the air.

The fabric slipped open just enough to hint at what was beneath. Kai’s grip on the edge of the bathtub tightened. His jaw tensed, but he remained silent. She let the robe slide off one shoulder, exposing soft, smooth skin. The heat in Kai’s eyes sent a thrill down her spine. Tiffany sighed. "I need to pack my hair," she teased, letting the robe slip lower, clinging only by a thread. He watched her clip her hair up with he favourite butterfly clip. Kai exhaled sharply as she turned to him, looking like a goddess he was dying to worship. The water rippling as he shifted. "My love."

Tiffie stretched her arms and yawned. She smelled something delicious so she walked towards the kitchen. Bobby was already there wearing only his apron with the cupcake design. He’s holding a bowl while whisking the white icing. Then, his sexy hips followed the rhythm of the upbeat music. Tiffie ran towards him and hugged him from the behind. “Good morning, Tiffie.” He held the whisk tight. “Do you want a coffee or tea?” “All I want is a “good morning kiss”.” She closed her eyes and pouted her lips.

He swung his blade, and blood splashed everywhere. Her head rolled toward Tiff. Tiff screamed and covered her eyes. Everyone was silent. Tiff finally dared to remove her hands after a long while, but she did not dare to look at what happened. Wilbur said slowly, "Tiff Kirk is my representative in Aroma from now on, and Christopher Yule will assist her. I will announce my rules in the future through her." Christopher immediately stepped forward and knelt on one knee in front of Tiff, greeting her with respect, "Miss Kirk."

So it’s definitely not mine,” Tom retorted. — Khlen! Tapi blurted out briskly. - Do not swear in front of the child, he repeats everything! In fact, we are not the only ones living in this house ... - Kit brought another argument. “Sorry…” Tommy muttered. Lou looked out the window. Some disheveled dude was really diligently spraying the letter K under a giant heart. Will you wait until he writes the whole word? “I give up, my…” Kitsune sighed. - Do you know him?

She smiled and looked away to hide her blushing face. "Is there any coffee?" Taylor walked down the hall to the kitchen obviously comfortable in their home. "No, but that sounds like a good idea, I'll make some." Tiffany followed close behind and veered off to the coffee bar on the other side of the kitchen. "So. Bad blowjob day. Yay." Taylor lifted her clenched fist in the air weakly, to show her lack of enthusiasm. Tiffany caught her sarcasm. "Taylor, is there something about the video that you think we should change? Don't you think it will sell?" Tiffany was waiting for the coffee maker to start brewing.

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

Flipping a lock of her chestnut colored hair over her shoulder, Tiffany gave Brooke a stern look. “Do not make Robin upset.” Brooke managed to hold back the laugh that threatened to escape from her mouth. She nodded. “I don’t plan on doing that, Tiff. I’m not the monster she has told people that I am.” Sighing, Tiffany bundled the fur-lined collar of her coat tighter around her neck and turned toward the door. She pushed the doorbell. The fancy chime rang through the house. Seconds later, the speaker next to the doorbell crackled.

Who knows if government officials decided to take me away to prick and poke me anyhow and do some mind control experiments on me? I noticed Ken on the field. He looked our direction and smiled when he saw Tiffany. Then frowned when he saw me. Wow. “What else have you been drawing.” I asked Tiffany. She turned to previous pages and showed me some of her art. There was all random stuff I could easily find on the internet, and luckily Tiffany labeled the drawings with dates and descriptions. Some had ‘dream’ written on the corner, others had ‘web’ written on them. “This one was kind of creepy.” Tiffany pointed to a drawing of an old man looking ill on a bed. The blanket was the only item colore