Romans & histoires Tiffany From Bride Of Chucky

The moment, I saw she was trying to contain the torture, I pressed in more hander, pushing in more force. Her body vibrated, I saw her eyes go white, I felt her soul leave her body. The child growing in her? I didn't care. I agreed to take her after her parents switched the bride for my sexual satisfaction. “This is why I married you”. I murmured under my breath when I was satisfied I had messed with her head. I left the room, unhook the cuffs, collapsing on my bed sipping champagne. SATISFIED. “She was worth the drama afterwards, i’d tame her to my taste even if it meant torturing her”. Fighting the softness my body was beginning to feel towards her.

Tiffany rushed out of her rented apartment like a madwoman and went straight to Taylor’s residence. Taylor had just finished handling his grandmother’s funeral arrangements. He was sitting at home smoking a cigarette. When he saw Tiffany burst in, his face instantly darkened. “What’re you doing here? Who let you in?” “You lied to me! “You already had a wife and a kid! You tricked me into having a baby just so you could scam Harry out of his money! You’re a monster!”

Tiffany sighed and went back to her room, totally forgetting to get a glass of water, of course it was an excuse. Hey buddies, comment, vote and like this chapter. Blue-Orchid.

Just as I reached the entrance of the hallway, I ran straight into Tiffany and Chad, who were walking in surrounded by a group of people. They had clearly just arrived. Tiffany had her arm linked through Chad's, flashing a charming smile as she chatted with a portly businessman next to her. Tiffany was in her element, soaking up the flattery from everyone around her. When Tiffany saw me, the smile on her face froze instantly, then twisted into heavy displeasure and disgust. Chad looked like someone had stepped on his tail—his eyes suddenly sharp, wary, and hostile. "Ryan?" Tiffany's voice dripped with impatience. "How did you sneak in here?"

The stylists did my finishing touches before I was taken to the wedding venue. My car arrived at the venue at the exact time of the wedding. My father almost cried when he saw me come out of the car before he walked me down the aisle to meet Asphalt who was waiting at the altar with the priest in front and his best man by his side. I made Sarah my chief bridesmaid because I knew she wouldn't cause too much attention. My decision took Vivian and Carissa by surprise but they didn't dare complain. My dad gave me to Asphalt and our wedding vows were said. We exchanged our wedding rings and proclaimed long life commitment to each other.

The lady said, and pecked Shawn's cheek before dragging him towards the stairs. “Go fuck yourselves!” Tiffany yelled after them. She slumped on the chair as they disappeared out of sight. The guts of him to bring his whore to the house. Does he have no respect or dignity? He accused her of cheating of which she was not guilty of, but there he was, bringing a lady to the house. She could be a serial killer for all he knows. Speaking of serial killers, Tiffany's eyes widened. What if the lady decides to kill her at night? Fear immediately gripped her and she turned off the television before hurrying upstairs to her room.

She smiled sweetly and spoke slowly with a slight lisp. “Hi, Tiffany. I’m Rye and have an appointment with Sticks.” She smiled back. “I will let him know you are here. Please have a seat.” Tiffany pointed to the chairs and couch before going to the door leading out to the shop floor. Rye was admiring the craftsmanship of the chair she was sitting in when Sticks followed Tiffany back into the office. “Tiffany, do you remember Chance telling you he was getting married?” Sticks asked as they approached Rye as she stood up.

My bridesmaids. Tiffany came straight to me. No fake smiles, no silly excitement. She just wrapped her arms around me in a warm, tight hug. And in that moment, she felt like the only real person in the room. “You okay?” She whispered into my hair, her voice soft and steady. I nodded against her shoulder. “As okay as I can be.” She didn’t push. She just squeezed me tighter. Tiffany knew about Noah. She knew this wedding wasn’t something I wanted—it was something I had to do.

Tiffany resembled her grandmother, while Briley took after her deceased mother. Tiffany was a skilled swimmer and could dive deep into the sea to collect pearls, staying underwater longer than any other pearl divers. Briley, however, was afraid of water and couldn’t swim, no matter how hard she was taught. Tiffany was clever with her hands, using small and imperfect pearls to create hair accessories and selling them at the market. They would be sold out in less than half an hour. Briley was not as good with her hands, but she enjoyed shopping at the market and adorning herself.

Hair tied into a neat bun, silk wrapped around her body, and eyes sunken in disgust. Tiffany.