Novel & Cerita Tiffany Aching Series

ANDY The crash of glass outside froze us both. Tiffany stood there bent over my kitchen counter, my shirt rucked up around her waist, cum still dripping down her inner thighs in slow, thick trails. Her pussy looked wrecked, red and puffy, lips parted and glistening. She straightened quick, eyes darting toward the back door, but her hand stayed between her legs, rubbing our mess into her skin like she couldn't help it. "Damien," she whispered, voice shaky but edged with heat. "He's losing it."

She was back to life, but she looked weak. She glared at me too, forcing a smile on her face. “Angel,” I whispered under my breath. Tears were already forming in my eyes. I wanted to hold her! “Yeah,” she responded in the same manner, attempting to move, only to be reminded she was chained as well. Ace clapped twice and got our attention back to him. “It's your lucky day today. Just have a chat, talk about anything; secrets, feelings, kiss, I don't really care. All you have is…half an hour! Use it wisely!” He concluded and stormed off.

Tiffany screamed her lungs out at Charmine, eyes blown wide open and brimmed with tears. Regardless of her meltdown, however, Tiffany still tried to rein her emotions back. She kept her elegance and growled, "Charmine, I don’t want to compete with you anymore. I don’t want Anthony, family, or even Wave. I only want the money and leave, so why would you push me to the edge? Are you going to be happy if I die?" Tiffany glared at Charmine, eyes bloodshot and filled with anger. She was prepared to bring Charmine down with her!

DAMIAN The door opened, I looked up, and there she was… Tiffany, my chest tightened. She wasn’t wearing the sapphire mask this time, there was nowhere for either of us to hide. Her eyes met mine for a second, neither of us spoke, then she looked away. Awkward. That was the word for it. The woman who had once danced with me beneath a mask now seemed unsure where to put her hands. My grandfather smiled. “Tiffany.” He called out to her

"It's fine. It's a pleasure to meet you, Isabel. I think we could be friends." I smiled. Being friends sounded great. With the way things were for me, friendship was all I was really suited for. Time was about up, so Timothy and I left the cafe together. The summer heat outside was brutal, and the sun blazed down. The moment we stepped through the door, my world suddenly started spinning. A loud roaring filled my ears, and my vision went black in waves. Right before I passed out, I thought I saw Cole. He looked anxious, and his lips were moving as if he were saying something.

she called out with a confused look Why is everything about her making me flutter? I thought “A glass of bourbon” I said with a solid tone so she wouldn’t notice how confused I was by her “Coming right up but please excuse me for some seconds” she said nervously I hate to wait for people and that us known to everyone but now I didn’t have a problem with it and my body was willing to wait and it made me question what she was doing to me but of course I couldn’t bring myself to ask her because I was who I am and she can’t come to find out about any of these emotions but surprisingly my mouth opened and I heard myself say “that’s alright”

"Though I admit, dragging a billionaire through a dusty East Side warehouse at dusk was not on my itinerary for today." "Life is full of unexpected surprises," Tiffany quipped, turning around with two chipped ceramic mugs filled with steaming coffee. She handed one to him, their fingers brushing briefly in the confined space. The contact sent a sudden, electric jolt straight up her arm, making her breath hitch. She masked it instantly with a sharp smirk. "Drink up. We have blueprints to mark up before midnight, or Marcus Vance is going to have a field day tearing my sourcing schedule to shreds tomorrow."

In the next second my phone flashed with a message from her. “Clearly I underestimated you. Well done June.” the message read with a smiley emoji. I was confused for a moment before a picture was sent and my entire body froze. In the picture I stood incredibly close to White as he looked at me tenderly like I was something precious and vulnerable that he must protect, he had his arm around my waist, my body pressed up against his. His fingertips grazing my forehead. When I looked in Clara’s direction she was already gone. “Fuck!” I quietly curse under my breath when I realized the shit I’ve put myself into.

While flashing a triumphant smile towards Alycia whose face changed. "Feel that! You think I'd give in so easily, huh? You village girl! Let's see Uncle Anderson later! After all, there are still many other opportunities! The important thing is that my heart is happy, seeing Alycia's pale and flushed face! Hahaha...You couldn't beat me before, and you won't now, Alycia! Don't dream!" Tiffany exclaimed to herself. Tiffany ran out the door of the treatment room, just as she had reached the end of the door, someone entered accidentally and bumped into her.

Addam warned, his voice low and threatening. Tiffany’s eyes flashed with fury. “This is not what we planned. I don’t know what spell she’s cast on you, but just know that I, Tiffany, always get what I want even if it means going through you,” she spat out, grabbing the case and storming out of the bar.