Tifa X Aerith Novels & Stories

"Now!" Tara didn't let anyone at the school know it, but she and Tiffany weren't the airheads the pretended to be. After all half their DNA was their Daddy's and he was one of the smartest men she knew. Yes, she was a cheerleader, yes everyone thought she and Tiffany passed their classes because they got special grades for their participation with the sports program, but she and Tiffany actually earned the grades they got. Neither maintained a 4.0 but they were both high enough to get offered academic as well as athletic scholarships.

8 | MATED Arther was driving just alone tonight. He doesn’t go with Cole, like he always to do. Arther had just already finished the dealing with some of his workers. And right now, Arther wants to find a cafe that is still open at this night to be able to enjoy some of hot coffee. Even so, there was something that had been confusing Arther’s mind since earlier today. How is not, because Arther couldn't even stop thinking about Kylie.

"As you wish, Sir Kromatova! Thank you!" "What?" Danil groans. "That's it? I brought my favorite gloves! At least let me use them!" TIK tok… tik tok… All that can be heard is the clicking sound coming from the wall clock in the vet's office. Ara's work has just finished. It's ten in the evening. All of her assistants had already gone home an hour ago. She's alone. Thinking about her parents' financial incapacity. The pandemic has been going on for a while. There's a virus lethal to human lives floating in the air. If one gets infected it has to be treated as soon as possible or that person will no doubt die.

"Possessive much?" "It's not—" Aria stopped. "I just wonder who she is." Sofia snorted. "Sure. Wondering." She pulled out her phone and typed something. "Hold on… got it." Aria leaned closer. "Did you find something?" “Yep,” Sofia was still looking at her screen. “Hera Cladwell. Third year. Advanced Methods. Professor Da—” She stopped and looked at Aria. Aria stared back. “What?” “She's... Professor Daddy’s new T.A.”

ARIA The apartment finally felt like it had some life in it, mostly because Eliana, Tasha’s daughter, was currently using a cardboard moving box as a drum set. "I’m telling you, Aria, the kid has rhythm," Tasha said, leaning against my tiny kitchen counter and nursing a lukewarm coffee. "Either that, or she’s just trying to see how fast she can give you a migraine." I laughed, the first real sound of joy I’d made in days. "Let her play. It beats the silence."

"I will have Marcus hand your father's remaining fraudulent tax documents directly to the federal grand jury by five p.m. You will watch your mother pack her bags for a federal penitentiary while you look for a job at a diner. Do you understand me? Tiffany swallowed hard, tears of pure humiliation and terror welling in her eyes as she nodded quickly, completely broken by the sheer, unyielding force of the Ice Queen. "Yes... yes, Lara. I'm sorry." "Lara, wait," her mother whispered, her voice cracking as she realized their entire survival hung by a single thread. She didn't look angry anymore; she looked utterly defeated. She reached into her large designer bag, her hands shaking so violently

🌺🥀🌷🌸❇️❇️ 🌷🌷🌹🌹🌹🌹 💮💠💐💐🏵️ A grand statue stood in the heart of RuthValis, carved with reverence and love, a monument to the woman who had shaped destinies long before any battle had been fought. Tialaina Morris, The Tia of the Lost — Ariya’s true name — was etched upon the base, a reminder of courage, sacrifice, and the legacy she had entrusted to her daughter.

But she knew that if she retreated now, she would never have the strength to come back. Steeling herself, she opened her phone and bypassed the usual social circles. She messaged a specific contact in her network: "I need Xavier Grayson’s exact location. Now." At that moment, Xavier was at Dr. Aris’s private clinic. Aris was Xavier’s closest friend and a world-renowned specialist in child psychology. After a series of interactive tests and observations, Aris looked at Xavier with genuine shock. "I'm stunned, Xavier. He’s actually willing to communicate through writing and gadgets now? And his English proficiency for a four-year-old is... frankly, intimidating."

--- In The Canteen. "Arthur. You are a senior. How can you do this to your junior? Don't do this. Don't make me wait. I'm starving." Caroline cried out, trying to reach the packet of chips that Arthur was holding. He raised it from his head so that she could not reach and take it. "How can you always look so pretty, Tia?" Arthur smirked, leaning forward to Caroline. "You are just 13. Little kiddo." The smirk on his face widened.

She only occasionally exchanged a word with Maverick, and yet, there was something intensely focused in the way she approached everything, even something as simple as dinner. Arielle was a force of nature, her mind always churning, always working. She had this way of absorbing everything around her, as though the world was a puzzle she was determined to solve. That’s what I admired about her. She was sharp, unpredictable, and so much more than anyone ever gave her credit for. I smiled to myself and shook my head. That was when I noticed him—Tiana's elder brother, the one who was introduced as Micheal.