Tiffany Aching Series 소설 & 이야기

They continued to demand things from me. I did not want to bother with them, so I turned to leave. But Tiffany chased after me and blocked my way. “Are you deaf? My family’s talking to you. “We still haven’t forgotten what you said to Taylor in the group chat! You aren’t going anywhere today unless you apologize to him.” She reached to grab my sleeve. I flung her off with a swift motion. “Don’t touch me!” Tiffany stumbled and fell delicately into Taylor’s arms. She looked at me with a mix of shock and resentment.

___________ Kate POV I have been in hell for about a week and a half. The pain has begun to fade since last night and my migraine that I have had since being attacked has finally chilled down, the wound on my shoulder has finally healed somehow. I don't even know how something that deep could be totally gone without a scar, Damien told me that I am lucky that I wasn't marked, whatever that means. Guilt settled into my stomach, I tried to attack Amelia. I don't think I could ever forgive myself for that.

Tiffany’s POV I stared at the folder in front of me like it might bite me. “No. I’m not going back to Riverton.” Mercer didn’t react. He just watched me carefully. I didn’t have to read his mind to know he was expecting me to fight him on this. “I know you don’t want to hear this, Tiffany, but it’s the only option I have right now,” he said. “You can’t read Scars, but your gift hasn’t disappeared. It still works on everyone else. Even Jacquelline.”

a voice announced, a woman emerging from the car in a suit, her locs in a high ponytail showing off her haircut as the little girl ran past us saying good evening as she did. "Yow Ice," Ackeem called out and the woman smiled greeting him as she moved over to her fiancée whispering something in her ear. I stood there in amazement the surface of their relationship being the picture I had always wished for myself. I watched as Taj moved over saying something to her and she nodded as her gaze travelled to me. . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ How are you enjoying the book so far??❤️‼️

They had been out there for about 4 hours, she didn't want to approach no one to avoid panicking, so she sat still and chewed on her nails, an action she hardly partook in, as a matter of fact she felt gravely irritated by it but her anxiety was at its peak right now and it seemed to be the only thing that yielded her solace. "Can I get you something to drink" Elizabeth asked and Adira met her gaze "no, no I'm good" "Adira" the nurse began "please" "iced coffee, thank you" Elizabeth nodded and left forthwith, she needed this break as much as anyone else. The nurse had returned right in time, the doctor had called for Adira and was advancing towards her. "Miss Jacob" he called again. "yes, ye

The line goes silent for a moment before she speaks again. “But this is better, Tiffany. You won’t spend any money to bear a child. Still, it’s up to you if you want to grab this opportunity. This isn’t for everyone. You’re lucky—there’s a man looking for a woman who will bear his child, someone who will give him an heiress.” I swallow hard. I do want a child. And if I do, I want that child to be mine alone. It’s not about being greedy—I just want it to be just the two of us. That’s all. It’s irritating.

“Well…” Tiffany walks into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around her. Her pale shoulders and upper chest are on full display, with a towel draped over her head. “Trevor. I waited for as long as I could in the shower for you. Why didn’t you come join me? Are you still made I ran away from you today at the set?” My eyes lock on her slim body and delicate skin, glistening under the kitchen lights. Purple bite marks litter across her shoulders and thighs. They stand out like targets against the pale backdrop.

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“Let’s go.” Outside the restaurant, Tiffany pelted Arianne with a barrage of meaningful glances before being lugged into Jackson’s car with her arms around her lower abdomen. Apparently, the girl’s cries of having menstrual cramps were more than an excuse, though the spicy dishes were probably not the only factor to it. Angel Lane triggering her temper was a co-factor, as well. Tiffany’s coded gesture was not lost to Arianne: she was telling her not to rile Mark up even more should he ever get mad.