Tiffany Aching Series Novels & Stories

She instructed the guards to remove the chains and exit the room. Tiffany rose from the bed and positioned herself at his feet, anticipating Ace's next move. Ace got off the bed walked towards Tiffany, and grabbed her by the face, leaning in as if he was going to kiss her. She uses a commanding tone telling him to kiss her when she notices Ace's hesitation. Ace kissed her gently and slowly. She took that as a chance to slip her tongue in to deepen the kiss. Ace had to keep it together, but he was so grossed out by the actions. She was watching to see what Ace would do next. Tiffany laughed and said this was going to be fun.

“That night, when you had your skin disease, Tiffany was so worried about missing out on the most critical juncture of your symptoms, so she rushed to deliver your medication. Is this how you repay her? You’ve used her medication, cured your disease, then you turn around and snap at her again? You’ve manipulated Zachary into blacklisting her. Only a complete assh*le would do something like that. Only a heartless—” “Stop it, Bryce.” A voice that resembled a melodious warbler suddenly chimed in. Only then did Charlotte realize that Tiffany was there too. She turned around and saw Tiffany, dressed in a pearly-white dress. She looked exquisitely dainty, sweet, and innocent like a fresh, white li

"It's nothing. I just have something to do. Why are you blocking my way?" "Are you sure you have something to do?" Hunter saw through Tiffany's thoughts in an instant. Her excuse was just a cover—she was avoiding him. Tiffany sniffled, her eyes looking into the distance as she murmured, "Yes, I have something to do. I have to meet a client this afternoon." Hunter chuckled and asked, "Did you overhear my conversation with Jade?" "Mm," Tiffany replied softly, feeling a sense of grief for no reason as tears suddenly streamed down her face. Feeling bitter inside, she quickly wiped away her tears and smiled. "I'm happy that you've found someone you like. Since there's nothing urgent, I'll leave n

His face ashen a bit after hear my furious demand he is about to respond when Tiffany walks up to him and start slapping him aggressively. “You selfish” slap “conceited” slap “asshole” she continues slapping him while crying. “She was good to you, she loved you, and you ripped her apart, If I could, I would gut you! Let you know how it feels!” she snarls, and I see her eyes shift. Tiffany is a shifter of some kind, interesting. I stop my musing as I see she is still hitting him then; he grabs her by her throat and pins her against the wall. She yelps in surprise

"It's done, Tiffany. It's over now and you lost." Tiffany laughs again, and the sad sound betrays her emotions. "Of course I did because everyone loses against you. Right?" Without a second warning she runs at the two of us. Vincent uses a firm hand to push me behind him and Tiffany barrels into him full force. She hits his chest and throws a fist and then another into his body. Vincent allows it to happen but then after another four to five punches Tiffany's body crumbles and she leans against him for support as she cries into his torso.

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.

Leaning forward, she gave me a clear, deliberate view of her chest. “You looked so intense on the ice today,” Tiffany purred, tracing the rim of her red plastic cup. “It was super hot. The blogs say you are tied down with Maya, but she is not here tonight. Trouble in paradise?” Looking at Tiffany, a reckless idea formed in my dark, twisted brain.

I will do it. “Alicia is special. When she was five, she was taken from us. She was held by rogues for over two months. When we got her back, I was visibly pregnant. Alicia was so angry. She accused us of replacing her, of giving up on her. She became even worse when we found out Ariella was a girl. Alicia was sure you would take her place. Nothing we did could reassure her that she is our beloved daughter. So, yes, we favor her. But only because we lost her. Then, her mate was an Omega, clearly, beneath her. Her heart was hurt at how quickly he found a second chance. We had to take her hospital when he marked his new mate. We almost lost her, again,” Tiffany explains. “She only wanted Trist

Chloe called out my name but I ignored her, determined to question Tiffany. I got to the mansion, shouting Tiffany's name but no response, I sat on the sofa, waiting patiently for her. I checked my watch, it was 9:55 pm, I got more annoyed, I detest her arriving late. I heard footsteps and turned my head to see who it was. I gritted my teeth as I saw Tiffany, I stood up threw the pictures at her and yelled out, "What is this Tiffany?" Tiffany picked the pictures from the ground, her hand were trembling,

Her head swam with the flavor of Ben's spunk. Tiffany grunted and clenched, then finally released. She lay panting back against the ladder, her tongue extended. With shaking legs, she reached out and pressed the stop button. The final part of their series had concluded. *** Tiffany half leaned, half stood on the ladder, her son perched above her. She panted, recovering from back to back orgasms, after swallowing her son's thick load of cum. The camera was still perched on the tripod a few feet away, the recording light dutifully blinking.