The Bad Guys Tiffany Fluffit Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Bitch! How dare you slap me? I think you've become quiet audacious. Buddies, take her with us. I will enjoy the taste of this hit tempered beauty tonight!" "Who dares to touch Me?" Tiffany stood beside the car. Her eyes became quiet ferocious. "This is the parking lot of Cokes cooperation Tower. There are a lot if surveillance camera everywhere. I just called the police. None of you can run away." A roar of laughter was heard. "The surveillance camera have already been destroyed by us. As for calling the police hump! There's no signal here in the parking lot. Are you kidding me? Buddies, get her!"

As I was enjoying my amazing vanilla ice cream with fudge, stupid Tiffany dropped her milkshake on my hair, in her words it was an accident. "You did that on purpose you stupid Botox Barbie!!" I grabbed my ice cream and shove it on her face. "My make up, you're such a little kid, no wonder you dont have a boyfriend. Who wants to have to babysit their girl." She said while throwing sprinkles at me. "Yeah, well at least I'm fun and awesome unlike you. All you fucking care is about looks. Do you even care about Matt!?" I screamed while throwing more ice cream on her hair.

"You're ridiculous. Don’t talk like we’re dating. We just made out, that’s all. And I'm not a good girl. I'm just...not as bad as Axel." Melissa winked, leaning in. "Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Melissa teased, her voice low. "Maybe there's a little bad girl hiding in there somewhere, just waiting to come out. You know, I bet Axel brings out that side of you. I bet he makes you feel things you didn't even know you could feel." Amber blushed, desire dancing in her eyes. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I do have a bad girl side. But shh," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "don't let it get around."

she added laughing quietly. “Well, Bald Tom is throwing a fit because you’ve rendered another one of his fighters useless. Asking for some sort of compensation” she said and Sia grabbed the bag on the table before dropping it over her shoulders and walking to the skinny woman. “Useless? He should be grateful I didn’t send them to the King of heaven” Sia spat snatching the pile of dollars in her hands and walking out of the room. Despite far from the boxing ring, her ears were still greeted with the screams and shouts of the boxing ring.

Bianca glanced up just in time to see Tiffany, followed closely by her loyal friends Mandy and Lucy, strut into the restroom with determined expressions. **“Well, well,”** Tiffany sneered, folding her arms as she approached. **“Look who’s here.”** Bianca raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. **“Is there a reason you barged in like you own the place?”** Tiffany’s eyes narrowed. **“I’m here to set things straight.”** Before Bianca could respond, Tiffany roughly shoved her shoulder, causing Bianca to stumble back against the sink. **“Stay away from Damien,”** Tiffany hissed, her voice low but menacing. **“He’s mine.”**

This was someone who had been trained. "All you need to do is tell me where you sent my big sister and what happened to her, and I'll go home," Tiffany said, her voice deadly serious now. "I just want to know how she died. That's all. Just tell me the truth." One of the officers behind her, a young guy trying to be a hero, moved quietly forward, reaching for her. The moment his hand touched her shoulder, Tiffany moved. She grabbed his arm with her free hand, twisted, and used his own momentum to flip him over her shoulder. He crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, the wind knocked out of him.

Isabelle's voice rose in frustration. "Why don't we get you cleaned up, dress you up, and do something that will get him to talk to you?" Tiffany asked after a while, a devious smile coating her face full of makeup. Unlike Isabelle, Tiff fancied make up every day, every time. Isabelle rubbed her chin, deep in thought."I think I know just the thing that would draw him in." She evilly smiled, giving Tiffany a high five. They were back to normal, plotting against people to get what they wanted.

“That’s not just todays lady that’s my day one this is my sister Esme I would watch how you talk to her she will fuck you up in the blink of the eye she’s proudly our head warrior and gamma be careful with this one tiff.” The bar maid soon drops her face and attitude put her hand out “sorry I-I didn’t know you were clary’s sister I’m Tiffany people just call me tiff what are you drinking tonight first ones on the house.” I take my hand back and reply coke please. Clary glances at me “no way we are not coming to this cum bucket for you to drink coke make her a coke with a shot of whiskey tiff” before I can protest he slips a $20 in between her cleavage and slaps her ass to move her along. I j

She said, and I quote, "it's not like you'll ever have a Valentine anyway, might as well make something about you better" I really don't know why we have these quarrels all the time. But I know I'm not too special, there are a few others she targets as well. Like the quiet kid that I'm sitting next to right now. Apparently his fiery ginger hair is one to be made fun of, so Tiffany is always pulling something new out of her magical thong for him. Just yesterday she has her minions fill his entire locker with dye, all of his books are going to be black for a long time.

“I'm gonna buy you a dress, you damn girl. Always talking like you wanna be a man and yet you are acting like a sissy wimp.” “I don't think I can do it...” Nate tells him, eyes wide with fear and his breathing heavy and erratic. “You have shot a ga' damn gun before, Nate!” Dave barks at him. “Not at someone!” Nate shouts back. In front of him, huddled in the corner of the room, shaking with fear is Tiffany. Tiffany is a plump woman in her late twenties, early thirties and she has short hair. She was quiet and unassuming. She did what she was told and never tried to fight back, which Dave and Nate appreciated.