Tiffany Chucky Novels & Stories

His words made my lips curve into a proud smile, I had birthed a life and he was so lovely and adorable. Getting to the kitchen, I snatched one of the chips my mum had placed on the table and stuffed it into my mouth. “You little third,” Tiffany hit a spatula on my hands and I yelled out in pain, snatching another chip and running off. “She stole another one!” Tiffany complained. My mum and Aunt Hailey laughed, ignoring her. “Why do stolen chips taste so good,” I muttered, crunching on the chips, much to Tiffany’s annoyance. “Because they'll burn your throat and give you diarrhoea,” she rolled her eyes.

Mumbling incoherently and tapping the pen against the table. Then it dawned on me what Dr. Rivers said—that Tiffany was a hybrid. "If Tiffany is a hybrid. What pack was her family from, and do she have any remaining family members or children? I know Slasher Pack killed Elder Jalen and Tiffany's son Franklin." "That's an excellent point." Serenity agrees with me. "She does have a brother that lives in New Moon. Oh my gosh, why cannot I think of his name? It's on the tip of my tongue. Serenity's eyes remind me of him."

“The heiress and I have been close friends for years. Very close.” The crowd around her shifted immediately, people turning toward her, trying to get closer. I took a slow sip of my champagne. Tiffany, close friends with the Moonlight heir? I had lived with this woman for years and the most adventurous thing she had ever done was pick a new shade of lipstick. The audacity was almost impressive. “That is interesting,” I said loud enough so everyone heard. “Since when?” Tiffany turned to look at me, her smile tightening slightly. “Excuse me?”

" I gave a small nod in agreement because he was right about that. Tiffany needed to hear everything that he just said to me. I took a deep breath and exhaled audibly. Nothing del more crazy than this and I just remained there thinking of it. Shortly after, the front door squeaked open and Tiffany walked in with a pack of chips in both her hands and mouth. She was chewing lazily and her mouth had a pattern of movement. I couldn't stop looking at her— I could live my entire life admiring her and nothing would make me regret those actions. Tiffany's hair was packed into a loose ponytail and had strands falling lazily to her face. Her hair texture looked a lot smoother but that wasn't just it.

"If Edmund has darkness in his army, we must have a source of light." "How?" "We're going to go see the one who turned me into the Falsies. She has a large army, so I'm sure we can win with her help." Phillip squinted. "What kind of creature could she be?" "There's no need to put on that kind of face, Philly. She was human-like, only more special. Her name is Tiffany, I told you once, remember? An angel who lives far away in the Silverwall City." The young man explained. "If we are looking for the brightest light source then Tiffany is the answer. She's the opposite of all evil. Kind, wise, helpful, and fantastical like an Angel should be."

He called her… Charmine did not want Chris involved in the matter of adults, thus she fondly ruffled his head and said, “Momo, be a good boy. Go and prepare the rock-climbing equipment. Give me five minutes to ask her to leave, alright?” “Alright, then,” muttered the pouting Chris, though he still scoffed at Tiffany’s presence. “Listen up, you bad woman! I’m warning you: Don’t you hurt my Mommy, or my Daddy won’t go easy on you!” With that, he ran upstairs. Tiffany’s expressions shifted one to the other, shocked and embarrassed. She was once the No.1 Supermodel and everyone used to respect and admire her, yet even a kid hated her at that moment!

"Well, isn't he cute. And what do you do, Simon?" "I uh…” He glanced at Chloe. "Do nothing at the moment.” "Oh." Tiffany's smile flickered. "That's... nice, and uh…free, I guess. My husband is in finance. He's a vice president at Goldman." She gestured toward a man by a white car. "We have two kids. Twins. They're gifted." She gushed. Chloe nodded and made a sound that could have been interest or indigestion up. Tiffany chuckled and grabbed Chloe's hands in hers. “I'll take it you don't have a child yet. What are you waiting for, they're little blessings in disguise.”

She is Tiffany Kyle, twenty two years, a fashion designer who would pass for a model even in the biggest modelling firm, "do you know why? “ Reason is because : She is not only a designer, but she is also a beautiful lady, who has chances of winning Miss world if given the chance to. That is how beautiful Tiffany is, you can call her beauty a spec cause it is very rare to find, it is uncommon, no man would stare at her once without staring over and over again till he trips over and fall, that is how beautiful Tiffany is. She is endowed with every thing a man would ever want in a lady, but only Miguel is lucky enough to have her.

For the girls in tbe circle, Tiffany was the devil among the devil's. Tiffany had performed excellently since she was a child. When she grew up, she was admitted to the most exceptional university in M country. At that time, Tiffany Was only 16 years old. She was young and she was the first daughter in their country who had been specially admitted to that university, so she was really brilliant in those days. Her family even held several banquets for that.

Tiffany ordered and snatched the paintbrush from Chloe’s hand. “Give it back to me” Chloe struggled to get it from her. Tiffany’s presence is annoying her and making her favourite painting class the worst one. “I won’t. What are you going to do? Cry like a cry-baby,” Chloe doesn’t want to argue with her. She’s already in a grieving stage for her innocent friend. She can’t take any more problems.