Tiffany Aching Series Novels & Stories

Ace ******** Valerie bit her lip, her eyes turning wet as she glared at Tiffany and clenched her teeth in anger. Tiffany sneered at her pathetic look, watching as Valerie stormed toward her, her eyes cold and burning with hate. "You're not any different. At least I’m better than you, I don’t sleep with the Alpha’s son for power. Your p***y stinks," she spat, and the crowd gasped. Everyone turned to each other, murmuring, while Tiffany’s eyes darkened.

Tiffany exclaimed as she arched her back and pinched her nipples. I murmured my appreciation into her pussy as I stroked the tip of my fingers along the upper wall of her now soaking hole. I sucked her large clit into my mouth and licked my tongue across it until I felt her legs begin to tremble. “Fuck!” She screamed as I was rewarded with her juices squirting into my mouth and down my chin. Tiffany’s body relaxed, and she lay there panting as I finished lapping up her creamy juices. “Oh my God, this is amazing! I can’t believe I’ve been missing this all these years,” I said as I crawled up next to her in bed and kissed her full lips.

Just as I reached the entrance of the hallway, I ran straight into Tiffany and Chad, who were walking in surrounded by a group of people. They had clearly just arrived. Tiffany had her arm linked through Chad's, flashing a charming smile as she chatted with a portly businessman next to her. Tiffany was in her element, soaking up the flattery from everyone around her. When Tiffany saw me, the smile on her face froze instantly, then twisted into heavy displeasure and disgust. Chad looked like someone had stepped on his tail—his eyes suddenly sharp, wary, and hostile. "Ryan?" Tiffany's voice dripped with impatience. "How did you sneak in here?"

He felt a new closeness and he was sure she must have felt it too. “Let me handle this serious issue,” Becky mustered enough courage to move on as if the slight visual interaction she had just heard with Tesot assured her of his support. “I am falsely accused of infidelity; something that I has never crossed my mind. My husband loves me very much.” She said darting a quick look at him as if waiting for an affirmation. Tesot forced himself to conceal a grin of fascination from his face.

Tiffany sniffled again, her eyes ravaging him from his face to his shoes, then back to his face. There's only one thing that came up in her mind—she needs to feel him more, and she has to. It won't be free, and she could at least use the money for her mother's struggling cake shop. She'd blame this on tipsiness later, though she's in her right senses. She needs this, direly. She stepped closer, braving up. "I hear you hire sèx dolls for yourself nightly," she voiced, taking another step closer with throbbing throat.

“I don't think so. Better now you go rest, I also want to rest.” “Okay, by the way of my mother-in-law's evil deeds just now, I beg you don't hate her. She did that because she was still stuck in a misunderstanding.” “Yes, that's okay.” “Thank You. See you later, Anton.” They waved at each other with a smile. After that, go inside each house. “AAAKKK!” Tiffany screamed when she arrived at her room while dropping her body into the bed. She vented all her pain in her room. It feels like she wants to kill herself because she is not strong with the problems she is facing now.

I snap, but Kaiya holds my arm and quiets me. “Your anger is misplaced, Tiffany. Rebecca lied to you like she lied to the entire pack. She lied to Ace who she supposedly loved. She lied to everyone to get what she wanted and in the end she got what she deserved, not what she wanted,” Kaiya replies to the accusations and I see confusion cross Tiffany’s features. “I can’t believe you! Where is Ace? He will tell me the truth!” Tiffany huffs. “You will need to be patient, like the rest of us. Ace has gone to recover from a drug he was fed. I suspect we may need a similar cure for you,” Kaiya replies.

With that, the angel disappeared again, leaving only the faintest trace of a glowing shimmer in the air. Meanwhile, Tiffany, completely oblivious to the game-changer she'd just missed, continued to wander through the house, fully convinced that her biggest problem was how to keep her villainous status intact. She stepped out of the room into a lavish hallway, filled with portraits of old relatives, and stopped dead in her tracks. "Well," she murmured, "I guess I better learn how to really be Deja... and fast."

Tiffany cried. “Tiffs, stop the emotional blackmail! All I did was ask a simple question!” Avery raised her voice. “Now you’re even shouting at me?” Tiffany began to cry, and Avery felt embarrassment wash over her as they attracted the attention of nearby customers. Just then, Tiffany’s phone beeped twice, and she paused her sobbing to check her message. The moment she saw the message, her entire expression shifted. The tears vanished as a sinister grin spread across her lips. “I slept with a man, and so? Our sex has always been boring. I had to fake orgasms a million times with you because you lack the ability to please me.

After a few more minutes, the red dots disappear from my chest and Tiffany's head. Pulling her back against my chest, I sigh in relief as I bury my nose into her hair, inhaling her scent and experiencing a calmness I haven't enjoyed in months as the flames overtake my body and my cock hardens at our closeness. "Tiffany," I say, as I pull away from her to look over her body for any more bruises or scrapes, "did he do anything else to you?" "No," she replies meekly, but I can tell she is thinner than the last time I saw her, like she hasn't been eating well, and there are bags under the eye that is not bruised.