The Bad Guys Tiffany Fluffit Novels & Stories

Tommy asks in rapid succession. “No, well sort of. I mean they were assholes to my friends but I handled them just fine. One of them was trying to assault Maddy right in the middle of the hallway and nobody was doing anything about it so I not-so gently removed his hand from her, and threatened him with a dislocated shoulder if he touches her again. That’s actually how her and I met.” Tommy touches a hand to his heart and says, “I’ve never been more proud.” I smile at him and shake my head.

Phoenix scoffed, finally turning to them. Theresa gasped dramatically. “Oh please. If we didn’t care about you, we wouldn’t even notice you look stupid when you’re thinking about something you refuse to tell us.” Cassandra burst out laughing. “Oh my God, Theresa. You’re so dumb.” Phoenix rolled her eyes but the corner of her lips twitched slightly. “So,” Theresa said, leaning forward with a wicked grin. “Tell us, bitch. What’s going on in that dirty little mind of yours?”

I ignored her personal beef with Tiffany and asked, "now, where is Tiffany?" "In the dark, she's been starved for days so I guess she passed out already. I really want her dead, I want her to die!" The bitterness in Gladys voice made me shiver. The vile woman would do anything to destroy Tiffany, Luciano and Zino but she was no match.

Mea opened the first one under the Chatmates tab. marcc_ wants to gossip about your photo marcc_: i’d sit beside you so you could lean your head on my shoulder itsmecristy: sure. you’ll have to endure my talkative friends tho marcc_: i wouldn’t mind itsmecristy: nice <3 marcc_: wanna be my travel buddy? Mea glared madly at the three women who now ducked their heads down, feeling guilty even before she started. She still started anyway. “Seriously? ‘Nice’ and a heart damned emoji?”

I roll my eyes. "That's what you are, aren't you? Or do you prefer I call you a twink?" Frances barks. "I bet you and your butt buddy Felix have lots of fun over the weekends, don't you? That's why you don't come to parties, right?" Francis grins. "I am not gay, Francis. And you're being unnecessarily offensive right now, calling him names is not necessary," Felix comes to my defense and I wish he hadn't because I don't want him to be under Francis's radar.

"Isn't there even an ID?" "We found a name tag that read dr. Fabrillo Prasatya in Audi car, and a kind of VIP racer card in the name of Shawn Arsatya D. in Nissan. Except for Miss Shaellometha's wallet, no photos and wallets were found. According to information from the medical officer at the scene, this Mr. Satya was found not far from Miss Shaellometha's position and identified as dr. Fabrillo Prasatya, Ma'am, while another victim was found on the hillside in a critical condition this morning and died on the way here. It was he who was identified as Shawn Arsatya D.."

“If I’m evil, then what are you? If I’m not careful, I’d have ended in jail now! You were the one who tried to defame me, and all I did was to return the favor! Have you not done enough harm to me five years ago? Now, you still want to ruin me. Do you think I’m here for you to walk all over?” “Get off me!” snapped Tiffany. “Who are you to tell me off? You were the one who forced me to take the nude photo that went viral! You also calculated and tricked me into the Guci shooting! You always ruin my reputation! I hate you! I hate you so much that I wish I can eat your flesh and drink your blood! You evil b*tch... I won’t let this past!” “You’re right, I’m evil,” sneered Charmine, “but I didn’t

Tiffany. You know, when they say show business was filled with cutthroats and sleazy humans. You would think that you have met the worst of the worst until a bigger asshole is there to make the worst seem like a middle school bully. The current worst is Keith, my fellow costar for one of my many movies which still expected to see the ice queen and at the same time want to use Tiffany’s head, best of both they said but it doesn’t work that way.

"Well, listen clearly! You don't know me and hell, I can't even know a slimy bitch like you! Let this be the last time we unfortunately cross paths." "Bianca, please don't push us away. It wasn't easy for me to tell..." A genuine laugh bubbled free from Bianca's throat naturally. "You're really so shameless. Growing up, we did some pretty crazy stuff together but this, Tiffany, is your crowning achievement! Admitting your atrocity wasn't easy but flaunting yourself so my dad could get hooked was darn easy, huh? Tell me, bitch!" She yelled. "No. It..." "Let me through!" She interjected. Tiffany choked out more tears but made no effort to wipe it off.

“Sienna, it’s fine. You don’t have to prove anything to me. I believe you.” We ate in silence for a moment. Not awkward silence, just the kind where everything didn’t need to be filled. Then Tiffany slid into the seat next to us, looking murderous. She leaned in and whispered, “If I stab that fucking perverted ass mayor, would you guys hate me?” We both choked out quiet laughs. “He actually grabbed my ass,” she muttered. “And then tried to act like his security guy did it. The audacity.” “Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “What a skeeze.”