Tiff Kirby Novels & Stories

Her phone buzzed suddenly, and she lifted her head to check it out. It's a text from him. Mr. Briggs: Interesting friend you've got, Tiffy. Wonder how he'd react if he heard our skins slapping like sin inside that elevator. He'd probably jump off a cliff. Tiffany's breaths caught sharply in her throat, and she shut her eyes back. "Filthy jerk" she muttered.

Kirby nodded, looking down. "Right. Carrie will call you and she's going to request that you let her see the results of the forensics about Reuben Mark. I don't care how you do it, but you won't tamper with it. You tamper with it and I'll make you lose everything before I kill you." Kirby suddenly looked up at her and laughed. "So if Carrie is in the mafia, that means you're also in the mafia. Are you her rival who wants her dead?"

I was taking that as a win. I finished the file I was working on and went to grab the next file when I saw a red tag sticking out of one of the files. I pulled it out to see it was a temporary entry request. There had been a few of these since Elias had taken over, but they had all been denied. I had heard that was standard for his operations, so when this one had an approved stamp on I was intrigued. I opened the file and my eyes widened as I saw the name on the front page. Harper Kirby.

"Yes, speaking." "Sir, na-send ko na po'ng lahat sa g***l niyo ang mga pictures and videos na nagpapatunay ng relasyon nina Miss Tiffany Ariane Clavero at Mr. Bryan Dela Torre. Nakausap ko na rin po ang OB-GYNE na pinupuntuhan ni Miss Tiffany para sa kanyang monthly check up. Maging ang matalik niyang kaibigan ay nakausap ko na rin. Umamin siya sa'kin na si Sir Bryan ang ama ng ipinagbubuntis ni Miss Tiffany at ang lahat ng 'yon ay may kalakip na video bilang patunay sa kahibangan ni Miss Tiffany." Mahabang pahayag ng aking private investigator. Pakiramdam ko ay nabunutan ako ng isang malaking tinik sa lalamunan matapos ang lahat ng kanyang sinabi.

The heat pooling in my stomach flares into a blinding, desperate need. I drop my hands from my shirt. Kir turns back to Tariq. "No one else touches him," Kir states like he’s an Emperor, laying down an absolute law. "I will fix his back." Tariq looks between the two of us, then shrugs, handing the bottle to Kir. "As you wish. I have stuff to do anyway. Inventory to count or something." Butcher and Max suddenly find the topographical map incredibly fascinating, aggressively ignoring the interaction. Kir turns around to face me fully.

"You just need to rest, I'll get you water now." I smiled too and brought my mouth closer to his ears then I mustered enough energy to talk. "You smell like paint, and I like the smell." A small smile spread across his face as he reassured me once again. Curiosity got the better of me," my name is Tiffany, what is your name?"

Her guide was a member called Mute. A private message popped up, and Tiffany opened it to see a message from Mute. [TiffByte, I'm so excited! To see both Cobra and Eagle online at the same time, you're really lucky, TiffByte.] [Hehe, it's just a coincidence... But, I think Cobra doesn't like me very much. If I ask her for help, do you think she'll... help me?] Tiffany looked at the message from Mute and sent back a message pretending to be worried, subconsciously blackening Cobra's reputation with paranoid thoughts.

The man seemed terrifying, and there was a long scar on his face. Although he seemed fearless, he still fell victim to Kay. He was afraid of Kay after just one glimpse of him. Feeling helpless, he looked down and revealed, “I… I’m Bob, a drug dealer. The person who bought Halophilic bacteria from me wasn’t Charmaine, it was Tiffany!” Tiffany’s face went pale. Everyone at the scene looked over to her in shock. “Tiffany Jordan? It can’t be! She’s always believed in Charmaine and is so kind…”

Leaving Cyrus shocked and alone standing. ---- Tabby

“Hi Kimmy, I’d like to introduce my best friend and maid of honor, Tiff.” “Nice to meet you, Tiff,” Kimmy purred and shook Tiff’s hand. “Oh my gosh, Kimberley Stein just touched me,” Tiff gulped. “I’m never washing this hand again.” “Tiff is a theatre kid,” I mentioned to Kimmy. “Ah, that explains it,” Kimmy chuckled. “I am one of your biggest fans, Ms. Stein,” Tiff gushed. “Tiff, Ms. Stein is my grandmother. Please call me Kimmy.”