Tiffany Hoffman Novels & Stories

The persona you created is beyond me’ – Tiff. ‘You can maintain it as you wish. Time to unleash your hidden sexuality’ - Celine ‘Lol, have you unleashed yours?’ ‘I want to help but not to unleash sexuality, okay?’ ‘Time to fix Anne Yates’ image. You have a platform; you better use it’ Tiff ended. Something’s off. She immediately dialled Aaron’s number. “Why are you using Tiff’s account?” she knew Tiff would not dare to give her a lecture. Before Aaron could reply, she saw someone attempting to have a videocall with her.

“Ah, there’s that fire again. That’s what makes this so much more enjoyable.” ********** **Meanwhile, Across Town:** In her luxurious room, Tiffany sat at her desk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping rhythmically against the surface. The soft glow of the city lights filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind her, casting long shadows in the room. She picked up her phone as it vibrated on the glass table, the name on the screen hidden from view. She answered without hesitation. “Speak,” Tiffany said coldly, her voice filled with the authority of someone used to getting their way.

- Billionaire's Ex-girlfriend Rebecca Hoffman takes to the Mall by storm'. - 'Rebecca Hoffman not bothered by her ex- boyfriends pestering'. "Oh my God," I freeze at Tania's flat exclamation as she frowns at me peeking at her phone from where she's sitting beside me. "No," she warns sternly. "No phones." I sit my ass down, pouting a little as I reach for my doughnuts. Those headlines don't seem so bad. I've always tried to ignore the news. Now I find myself wanting to look at them, wanting to see what they have to say about me.

Meanwhile, across the hallway Tiffany stood silently watching us from a distance. Hatred slowly darkened her expression. Later that evening, Tiffany sat alone inside her office while scrolling through information on her laptop. Curiosity burned stronger inside her after seeing Sebastian personally escort me through the company. Nobody received special treatment from Sebastian Sinclair. Nobody. Which was exactly why she refused to believe I was ordinary. Her fingers stopped moving the moment a certain article appeared on the screen. A photo. Mine and Damien’s wedding photo. Tiffany’s eyes widened slightly afterward. Then a slow smile spread across her lips.

The laughter from his friends faded into silence, and their eyes turned toward her, waiting for her reaction. Tiffany narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to let him see how much his words affected her. “Cut it out, Jacob,” she replied coolly, trying to maintain her composure. “I’m not your princess.” He shrugged, that infuriating grin still in place. “Suit yourself, but it fits you, you know? Just like that dress I can’t wait to see you in at prom.” A flush crept up Tiffany’s cheeks despite her best efforts to keep her expression neutral. “You’re delusional if you think I’m excited about it,” she shot back, pretending to rummage through her locker to avoid his gaze. “I didn’t even buy a dress

But, deep inside, Killian is furious with Tiffany's existence and he wants the woman to fall into his trap. As Tiffany stood before me, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability, I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. The truth had finally been unveiled, and she now knew about her true identity as the lost daughter of Orion and Ysabelle O'Hearn, the werewolves. It was a revelation that held immense power and potential, and I knew that it would forever change the course of both our lives.

Tiffany was not famous or had any notable roles, yet she landed the lead role over several other top actresses. The Facebook community roasted her, accusing her of shamelessly using her connections to get ahead. Tiffany wasn't backing down. She put up a gutsy post. "Yeah, my man's loaded and got my back. Anyone got an issue with that?" She posted a picture of an extravagantly dressed man putting a diamond necklace around her neck. The diamonds shone brilliantly. The man's face was hidden, but his hands had defined knuckles. Kayla knew it was Winston as soon as she saw the watch he was wearing. It was the one she gave him for his birthday last year. She frowned a little and suddenly lost her

Tiffany sat in front of her vanity table, phone in hand. She's currently on G****e, typing a name. Ryat Briggs. Everyone knows him, but only the fact that he's handsome, rich, and a sèx addict. No one has ever talked about his age, which is why she took it upon herself to search, and when his age popped up on screen, she spranged up. "28??" The phone nearly fell from her since she's just 22. "Oh my gawd...how come he has that well crafted attractive face? Christ" she dropped the phone and turned around, only to see Yvonne standing by the bathroom door.

He seethed. "You two will be perfect for each other, you both are spoilt brats so..." Tiana taunted and earned a hard scowl from Damon. He huffed," have you seen Tiffany? The only thing she cares about is wearing designers, attending nightclubs, partying and letting the whole world know how wealthy her family is."

NORA I level my deadliest glare across the studio. Tiffany glares right back. She's spent the last twenty minutes introducing herself to every breathing soul in the building—twice—like she's running for mayor of Reality TV. She’s tall, auburn, stunning, and currently staring at me like I murdered her favorite houseplant. The Taste of Tomorrow offices are pure chaos. The producers are sprinting with clipboards, the assistants juggling coffee and the signing of contracts. And right in the middle of it all is me. The freshly married walking disaster.