Novel & Cerita Tiffany Haddish Books

“Trust me. The sooner you accept everything the better. And at least you won’t feel like you are losing your mind.” “That’s spicy coming from someone who hasn’t done the accepting herself.” Tiffany smiled and I frowned at her. She opened a page in her black book that depicted a drawing of a girl with orange hair between a guy with blonde hair and another with brown hair. She had one hand on the cheek of the brown hair guy while the blonde had his finger under her chin as if turning her to face him. This looked so... Intimate. So… off! How the hell does she even draw all of this! I bet my whole life story was on one of these pages.

I thought I got rid of that paper but I wasn't surprised, Tiffany was full of surprises. Her lips parted, but no words came out; she didn't need her to say anything. Her wide eyes said it all. She was staring at Tiffany’s paper in so much horror, and I felt her hands instantly clenching around mine, screaming,” Save me!". Tiffany smirked, savoring the silence. “Hazel’s been keeping a diary. And in it…” It pissed me off that Tiffany was enjoying every second of it and I couldn’t let that happen. “Writes about me a lot,” I cut in smoothly, grinning as every head turned my way. I threw my arm around Hazel’s shoulders and pulled her close to me ignoring the way she looked like she had just escap

Lisa dropped all pretense once they had walked far away enough, “Tiffany, you’re in love with Jackson, aren’t you?” Tiffany imitated Lisa by pushing out her breasts and sticking out her butt, then cryptically replied, “Is that any of your f*cking business? Do you live in the Pacific Ocean? Is that why you have so much space to concern yourself with these things? I thought you wanted to take a piss? Has your piss flooded your brain from holding it all in? Quit bugging me and get lost!”

“I grew a penis and decided to wear boxers and ejaculate in them then put them on my bed, turned back to my normal woman self and screamed then proceeded to puke all over myself all because I wanted attention on me. And I did this in my room where there was no camera to capture my Oscar winning performance. You guys are nothing short of pathetic.” I smiled as I went out of ear shot, Tiffany hasn’t changed one bit in her snarky self. That was one part of her I was interested in always seeing.

Tiffany says hesitantly. "Yay! Break!" They get up together and run towards the yard. Tiffany lets out a deep sigh while closing all the books. "So? What do you want from me finally? Or you wanna just vent your frustration by blaming me for silly things again?" She shrugs, not looking at me. "None of that", I say and reach the couch. Then I sit in front of her. "Strange", she sarcastically laughs. "What was so funny?" I grunt.

She titled her head, "It's funny how 'women' like you love to tear each other down. I guess some people only understand what it's to mind their own business when someone reminds them of it by humiliating them publicly. You forgot what happened at the party last time, didn't you, Tiffany? " "Oh, that tongue. You know, you’ve got a sharp one for someone who’s basically a plus-one at every event." Tiffany smirked. "Relax, Claire. The girls are just curious. We only want to know what's your thing? Is it charity? Yoga? Or Hunter and Tyler? Or something else?" "Yes, Claire, please tell us. Unless you're warming Hunter's bed full time, you must tell us." "Or are you exclusively available to Tyler t

Miranda immediately frowned, clenching her fists, her eyes showing anger. "I'm sorry I hid all that because I didn't want you to worry about me. I'm really ashamed because, in the end, I still became an unwanted wife," Tiffany said, swallowing and wiping her tears with her palm. "Isn't it something shameful? Your daughter is not loved by her husband... Very pitiful, but I don't want to be pitied... I tried to look happy, but inside I was broken... I wasn't paying attention when I crossed the road and ended up in an accident..."

"Interested in more than just watching?" This was dangerous. She was hiding here for a reason—paparazzi, exes, fans who got too obsessed. I had my own mess, the divorce papers still fresh, my ex threatening to drag me through court if I so much as looked at another woman wrong. But Tiffany stood there, robe slipping open just enough to show the swell of one breast, and all I could think about was how her fingers had looked buried inside herself. "Inside," I said, voice rough. "Now."

" Rose told her, placing the empty bottle on her bedside table. Tiffany nodded, acknowledging it. "I just need you to be very silent as I shoot this YouTube video. Be a sweetheart dear roomie and don't bring out the monster in me." Tiffany forced a grin and turned around, her long brown curls bouncing. Tiffany was dark skinned. The deep brown chocolate type of dark skin. She was short and had a a very long and thick hair reaching below her but butt with very deep curls that hairdressers always feared to work on. Each time she booked an appointment with the hair salon, the hairdresser always gave an excuse so she just started to treat and take care of hair herself. She also styled her hair

she spat out, grabbing the case and storming out of the bar. As Tiffany’s car sped through the city streets, her mind was already working on her next move. Addam’s betrayal was unexpected, but it didn’t mean she was out of options. “I guess it’s time for Plan B,” Tiffany murmured to herself, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She picked up her phone and dialed a number. “It’s time for Plan B,” she said curtly before ending the call. A dark satisfaction settled over her as she leaned back in her seat.