Tiffany Hoffman Novels & Stories

Tiffany. Under the harsh fluorescent light, Tiffany Langley looked nothing like the elegant, untouchable woman America watched on TV every night. He knew her very well, her persona, her popularity as TV's most beloved host, and that's why he picked her for the interview with his fiancée, because he thought she could be trusted. Her hair, normally sleek and camera-perfect, had wilted from the heat of the interrogation room. The red lipstick remained, bleeding slightly at the corner of her mouth, but everything else about her screamed of someone who’d been sitting too long under pressure.

"You can't come back yet. You need to enjoy the break with your family." "Not now, silly. I will be spending the New Year with you. I will see for myself if this Garrett is worthy of you," Tiffany answered. "And anyway, I have an interview with O.H. Group." "That's amazing. I'm going to go now. I am decorating," Lily said. "Look at you being a homemaker already," Tiffany teased. "Stop it," Lily laughed. "Okay, bye. Make sure to answer your phone from now on!" Tiffany stated before hanging up.

Raymond's words were sharp, cutting enough to sting. Yet Tiffany didn't care. She leaned against the corridor wall and smiled faintly. "Whichever identity makes you answer my question willingly, Dr. Hutton, is the one I'll use." In other words, whatever. She'd let him think what he wanted. Raymond's cold eyes stayed fixed on her. He threw the question back. "And which identity do you think would make me willing?" "Then ex-girlfriend it is." Tiffany smiled carelessly, her expression dazzling. "After all, you never liked Glen, did you?"

“Everything is going as per our plan. She started showing her soft side to me. Also, I found out that she's unwell because of working overtime.” My eyes widened, “Huh? What do you mean?” “Well, it's just Insomnia.” He said, “This is a chance for me to be with her always.” “Good,” My shoulders relaxed, “Now you might get to know more about her as she spends most of her time with you.” I smirked. His face remained still. “Yes, as you say.” “What exactly is her problem?” I was worried. No, just curious. “Sl–Insomnia, as I mentioned already. This is also a secret between us. Now you know it too.” He said.

jewel of the family, sat cross-legged on a velvet chaise lounge, scrolling through her phone with a predatory smirk. Opposite her sat Tiffany, her closest confidante and a woman whose social standing was built entirely on her ability to weaponize secrets. "The lighting on that second shot is a bit grainy, but the message is crystal clear," Tiffany chirped, sipping a mimosas. "Everyone thinks your little half-sister is Marcus Thorne’s latest conquest. I made sure the caption mentioned how 'desperate' she looked."

“Now, please don’t overthink this, I just don’t want the prince to collapse from exhaustion, alright? Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be clocking out now for my date,” replied Tiffany as she turned to leave. Watching as the model of a woman walked off in her high heels, Ian couldn’t help but raise a slight brow. If she already had a boyfriend, then why was she presenting herself like she was still single? Shaking his head, the annoyed man replied, “…Not so fast. There’s more work to be done.”

Tiffany paused, then casually said, “Because no matter what I do, I’ll never be in the same position as you are in the entertainment world. I admit that I’m jealous that you’re more famous than I am and that you’re better than me. However, I was wrong for doing what I did and will withdraw from this project.” She admitted to her faults and said that she was jealous of Daisie’s fame. Everyone thought that all she did was because she had a grudge against Daisie and not Nollace. And since she was going to withdraw from the project, it looked ‘sincere’. No one would think more about this. After a long silence, Shannon said, “Is that your final decision?” Tiffany looked down. “I can’t stay here a

Tiffany quickly became accustomed to the luxurious lifestyle that Larry's business afforded her. Tiffany had an extraordinary body. At five-foot-eight, one-hundred forty pounds, and with dark red hair, green eyes; huge, natural, 38E breasts; thin waist and round ass, she had been stopping men in their tracks for years. Some years later, her friends told her she could pass for a slightly thinner double for the actress, Christina Hendricks from the series Mad Men. Tiffany and Larry were quick to have their only son, Ben who arrived a year after they were married.

Emara Stone I am so happy, like someone gave me drugs for free. LOL. Just kidding. Maybe not. LOL, no. Haha! Hotty told me to get home safely. The girl, the vagina, the drunk butterflies in me shake like a vibrator. No, like a volcano, an earthquake! I leave his cabin with a big smile on my face from ear to ear, like I got my driving license or my degree. As I don’t have both. I try to do twerking in the office’s corridor that I learned from the YouTube tutorial as I am so happy right now, but then I straighten up as I don’t want to get caught in the cameras. As I was about to leave, the telephone on my table rings.

“I don’t know… His online ID is ‘Hush’. I don’t know his name, age, or height. I only know he’s in the capital, but I don’t know if he was born here. I just have a good feeling about him. There’s no romantic development, but I want it. I’m trying really hard here so don’t dash my hopes please.” Tiffany was not interested in digging for unreliable gossip. “Fine, fine, fine. I wish you the best of luck. I hope you catch your Prince Charming soon. We’re off the clock in less than an hour, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when the department supervisor comes by so I don’t get in trouble…” After work, Tiffany hailed a cab to the Tremont Estate. She was in a bad mood, so good food was the only