Tiffany Aching Series Novels & Stories

"Am I wrong? Chloe just treated us like beggars looking for a handout! Why aren't you scolding her? Why is it always my fault?" She didn't wait for an answer. With a sob of frustrated rage, Tiffany turned and bolted toward the guest wing, the sound of her slamming door echoing through the manor. Chloe watched her go, feeling a strange sense of detachment. The Bishop family was fraying at the edges, Sarah Vance’s world was exploding, and Xavier Grayson was a ghost she couldn't reach. The "Pretty Belle" article was merely the first shot in a war that was now being fought on three fronts.

With Tiffany by her side, they would confront the shadows of their past and forge a path towards a brighter future. ** Tiffany's Point of View Tiffany's head throbbed with a sudden sharp pain, and she winced, her hand instinctively reaching for her temples. The name "George" echoed in her mind, triggering a flood of fragmented memories that seemed to come from a forgotten past. Visions flashed before her eyes, hazy and disjointed. She saw the scene of a terrible accident, the screeching of brakes, shattered glass, and the piercing sound of sirens. Fear gripped her heart as the memories became clearer, and she realized she had witnessed this tragedy firsthand.

Tiffany approached, her heels clicking softly against the ground. She stopped just short of the pile, clutching the strap of her bag nervously. Kai’s gaze locking onto hers, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied her. "What? You’re moving in?" he asked, his voice low, tinged with disbelief. Tiffany shrugged, trying for nonchalance, though her heart raced under his intense scrutiny. "You asked me to. I know I didn’t tell you—"

But not like this. Tiffany. Her hair is pulled back in a sleek ponytail and her eyes are closed in concentration as she sucks and licks Nate Funderlings's cock. Her cheeks are sucked in, showing how hard her pull is. One of her hands is holding onto him, quickly stroking in time with movement of her mouth. The other is massaging his balls. My heart plummets to the ground. I like this girl. Really like her. But watching this, having this image of her sucking off my teammate, my married teammate, makes me want to vomit.

Tiffany flung the door open, her gaze on me. “Aren't you supposed to be on the bed? You are still recovering from your injuries,” I tell her firmly. “I wasn't talking to you AJ, I need an answer Denali, what do you mean by again?” Her gaze flickers to Denali. Denali opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off, “We would talk later.” “Tiffany needs rest,” after saying that, I scooped Tiffany up and carried her back into her room. “Let me down AJ,” Tiffany shrieked, hitting my back.

Aileen's POV After sinfully pleasuring myself by the bathroom, my body was exhausted and so was my mind. I decided to go to sleep, I need a sleep to cool down a bit. It wasn't a long time before I heard a knock by the door. Who could it be? Alan? No, no, not him please? Are they back already?. I shut my eyes, nobody would know if I'm not asleep in here so I'm just going to ignore that knock. However it came again with a bit of urgency, damn! I got up dragging my feet to the door. I took a long breath before opening it, my eyes narrowing to see who was standing by the door. Why was she looking like that? Was she crying? But they left all happy like puppies so what happened now?. "Tiffany? Wha

His calm exterior couldn't mask the anger that simmered just beneath the surface. As Tiffany's tears began to fall, I watched her transformation from a raging, spiteful woman to someone fragile and broken. It was a stark reminder of the complex emotions that can lurk beneath a tough exterior. Axel's response to her seemed to cut through the tension like a knife, exposing the raw wounds that had yet to heal between them. Axel's voice carried a blend of bitterness and wounded emotion as he continued, "Tiffany, you've crossed a line this time. Dragging my mother into this was a cruel move, even for you. If it were someone else, you wouldn't be alive."

That’s when Tiffany’s voice sliced through the noise, sharp and dripping with jealousy. “Pathetic.” The laughter quieted, and the energy shifted as everyone turned to her. Tiffany stood tall, arms crossed, her gaze locked on me as I got off Jaxon's chest. “This is not so childish!” she sneered. “Rolling around like kids fighting over a toy? Please, this whole thing is so basic.” There she goes again. She stepped forward, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Let me show you what real heat looks like.” Right then she swung into action and climbed right onto Trey’s lap. My heart almost failed me, and I wanted to look away, but I just couldn't.

One step, then another, and finally, we were standing right in front of her. I gasped as I noticed Tiffany clutching a giant éclair in her arms, and part of it had been bitten. She pressed her mouth into the small opening she had made, twisting and turning her head as if the éclair were alive. The way she clung to it and moved—it looked disturbingly intimate, like she was locked in a passionate kiss with a lover. The room was freezing, but Tiffany's entire body was flushed red, and her neck veined with tension. She looked almost feverish, lost in some bizarre trance of desire.

I didn't need to see to know who's malicious voice it was–Tiffany. "Oh dear, you look a terrible mess." she said mockingly. "Here." She tilted a glass of water to my mouth and just as I was about to take a sip, she pulled the glass away from me and poured the contents on my head. I was now sore and wet and cold. The small room had only one window which let in a cold draft of wind. I shivered as the cold breeze dried me up. I was so hurt I finally cried. What specifically had I done to deserve this?