Novel & Cerita Tiffany Dork Diaries

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

Even if Veronica wanted to borrow some money, she would have asked for a whole number—something like 20,000 bucks—instead of the exact 19,500 bucks, which just so happened to be the price for the halophilic bacteria! Joey’s train of thoughts was all over the place. This was the first time she doubted Tiffany; the first time she had doubts about her judgment. Could it be that the daughter she trusted the most had a personality she never knew of? Did she even know this woman standing in front of her? Drake glared at the photos and barked, “Someone, come and lock Tiffany into the prayer hall. She’ll be kneeling there to self-reflect for three days and nights. Nobody is allowed to send her food!

"You deserve this. If you want me to come and get you, record a video apologizing to Madison and post it online. Otherwise, forget it." Then he hung up. I sat on that hotel couch for a long time, staring out the window as the snow kept falling. I'd met Clement back in college. He was a year younger than I was. Normally, I wasn't into younger guys. But back then, Clement was like sunshine—warm and bright. When I was struggling, stuck in a dark place, he was the light that helped me breathe again. During my internship, a creepy coworker kept harassing me. Clement would walk me home every single night.

Tiffany, who had been quiet, said, “Guys, I have an idea that will make Darcy divorce that retard, but I have one condition. If it works, I will become the chairwoman of Hilfinger Corp. Of course, you guys would have to fight each other for Darcy since it’s not possible to split her in half.” Eliot and Frank exchanged a glance and then nodded. “Fine. If you can do it, then you can be the chairwoman.” Since Hilfinger Corporation would be divided fairly among the three families, Eliot and Frank had nothing to lose by giving Tiffany the position of chairperson. “What do you have in mind, Tiffany?” Frank asked curiously. Tiffany had a sip of wine and licked her lips. “I’m flirting with an adorab

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."

Sandra stared at her backside as she walked away,she swayed her hips till she was out of sight. She had only one thing going on in her mind,and that is taking revenge on what was done to her. She died the tears that were about to roll out as she remembered how the both of them started. They were not best of friends,there relationship can't even be called friendship cause all they say to each other is greetings. Tiffany was jobless at that time and they always see each other in the street and greet each other,she had approached her back then to ask if she was interested in working at there fashion industry cause she remembered that Tiffany had told her that she was a fashion designer.

I inhaled sharply and closed my eyes while I sobbed. Yeah, this was my life; a complete bag of dog crap. I made sure to put aside my tote bag because my books and stuff were inside, I did not want them to be destroyed. I knew they were laughing and making more crude remarks but I blocked them out. I endured the fizzy drink pouring over me until the can was completely empty. Then I finally lifted my head up and looked at Tiffany. She was smiling proudly and did not have a hint of remorse in her eyes. She looked like she enjoyed this. “Time to go, girls. I’m done playing with the poor girl.” She chuckled, and her friends laughed.

"I belong in places like this. I mean it's freaking Deveraux, the only group competing with us. And I should do them a favour by finding how you snuck in and then kick your ass out." Diane sighed unable to stand the skinny blonde with pretty hair in front of her another longer," I'd like to see you try, Tiffany. And make sure you do just that, " She stepped a bit closer to Tiffany and leaned into her face, invading her space and mimicking the way Tiffany squinted her eyes while she made fun of her. "Sweetie." She completed in the fakest tone she could make. Tiffany huffed causing Diane to pull away with a satisfied smile on her face. Internally, she was way too satisfied and excited. She cou

I pressed my way in between people's conversations, apologizing as I went. "Ohemgee! Luke! Yhew made it!" Tiffany's slurred words practically hit me in the face. She came rushing over to me, throwing her arms around my neck in a sloppy hug. She pulled back, giggling at me, and the smell of strong alcohol drifted up from her mouth. "I was beginning to think you were never going to show!" She said pouting slightly. Tiffany's dark eyes are drooped and shining with intoxication, and one of the straps of her small dress is sliding off of her shoulder. Everything about her is smooth and beautiful, but at this moment seems hastily thrown together. Something about the look in her eyes tells me she h

I asked, surprised. “I liked it,” Tiff giggled. “Does that make me kinky, too? I like the ropes the best.” Yep, she was so drunk. She always overshares when she drinks. “Tiff! You kinky, little, tart,” I joked. She laughed outrageously loud. “That’s me! Tarty Tiff! The kinky one.” “I think it’s time I take you home and put you to bed,” I suggested. “Maybe, Samuel and his big dick can put me to bed,” Tiff chuckled and then snorted. “You could join us if you want.”