Tiffany Chucky Novels & Stories

"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."

"Probably the softest one here.." "Oh well, if you compare her to Tiffany or Charlotte, then sure.." Like there's no comparing! Tiffany's chest is obsecured. The girl can sure fit in a key-whole. And Charlotte's chest is as flat as the LCD screens back in the library. "Yeah, those two are disappointing.." Cisco replies a bit louder than before. "You two—" a familiar stream of dark aura shivers my back, and when I gaze backwards, Charlotte's got that look that reminded me of mass murderers.

If I knew him, he was already plotting on how to keep her past a year. I would be a terrible brother if I let him fail, I told myself. I knew that Tiffany had plenty more secrets. After all, her son was a werewolf and she had three wolf marks on her neck. She’s got to be more intertwined in the supernatural than she appeared. I just wondered if she would reveal any of her secrets to us, just like we were keeping one big secret from her. Hector then spoke, “let’s make this a great year together.” “I agree.” She said happily.

Closing the door behind them, he goes back to the room, puts on his headset lying back, tempted to use the cocaine but keeps thinking of his dream. The doorbell rang again. He stood up, and this time, it was Tiffany who answered. “Hi Andrea,” she leans in, hugging this girl with curly black hair; she is wearing a short black fitted skirt with a pair of Gucci high heels with a raw hem Denim Jacket. Her eyes were black, and her body was slender and tall, like a model build. I heard about your loss, and I am sorry she says to Tiffany, giving her a box of chocolates.

I am heading outside our room when the three b*tches started to croak again. I wonder what they got for ruining my days and for being so mean to me. They're undeniably hard working antagonists. "So, what's the result genius queen? I mean leech" Tiffany inquired while curlying her hair with her point finger. Her ugly bird-like eyes is what I hated the most, the way she rolled it, yuck!

Right then, Tiffany explained, “Miss Scarlett is a college student. Chuck met her at a friend’s gathering. She’s a friend of Jeff Richards, and they…” “She didn’t ask you!” Chuck’s voice was trembling with anger. Tiffany knew exactly that Mrs. Sandler had no favorable impression of Jeff Richards, so she had mentioned Scarlett’s friendship with him on purpose. Chuck had gotten really sick of her sarcastic tone and stupid gimmicks. Admittedly, this was a slick move on Tiffany’s part. But her attempt had ultimately failed because the old lady was excited to engage with Scarlett and didn’t seem to care that she was associated with Jeff Richards at all.

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,

"Did you bring a lady home, Theodore Prudence Douglas?" "Actually, he brought three. Lil Johnny's a man now," she chuckled, helping herself to a seat. She ignored the glares from Jessi and Sofia, reclining, and taking tangles out of her hair. Tiffany stood in the dining area. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, her eyebrows were thin and sharp, and she had a long pointed nose, currently upturned at Tanya. Her lips were small and tight and her chin was pointed. She looked every bit the prim disciplinarian snob. Tanya's least favorite type of person.

“I feel she is up to something sinister.” “Your grandmother is always up to something sinister. Hermione.” Tiffany rolled her eyes. “Fine, whatever.” Tiffany folded her legs and sat up straight looking ahead. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths in. It felt like time froze for a second, before her eyes shot open. They were giving off this white glow. It looked ethereal. “It’s like looking into the future.” Tiffany said in a monotone as if she was in a trans. “She is doing some sort of spell at the cemetery. A very old cemetery. I think she is trying to resurrect someone. She’s using your necklace to channel energy.”

Uncle James and his children looked mortified, though the two elders remained calm, clearly used to her antics. "Mom, stop it," Tiffany muttered, though her eyes were glued to Donovan Tang’s silhouette. "Everyone has their own fate. Not everyone is as 'lucky' as Chloe." Aunt Sarah turned her attention to Xavier, her smile sycophantic. "Mr. Grayson, you should keep an eye out for your sister-in-law. Tiffany is twenty-four now, and since Chloe is already married, we really need to hurry things along for her." Uncle James cut her off, his voice stern. "When the right time comes, things will fall into place. Tiffany is still young; stop worrying about things that aren't your concern."