Novel & Cerita Tiffany Hoffman

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

replied Lily with all excitement. They said bye to each other and Lily threw her phone onto the bed and started jumping on the bed. She jumped down and went straight to the bathroom. Took a quick shower. Stepping out of the bathroom, she was singing and dancing to Justin Bieber's song Baby and swinging her waist left and right. She opened her wardrobe and selected a red elegant halter neck sleeveless cocktail party swing midi evening dress. She put on the dress and did light make-up. She let her hair loose and allowed it to flow down her shoulder to her waist. The wavy dark brown hair made her look extravagant.

"She's my best friend, Grace." "I see." She smiled. "Nice to meet you guys." Tiffany had jet black hair with dark blue highlights in it and her eyes were too big for her face. She was wearing a pink and black crop top with a pair of black bum shorts. She had the perfect model figure, she was skinny with full breasts and curves in the right places. She was wearing too much eye makeup and her fake lashes looked like she was accommodating spider webs on her real ones. She was pretty either way.

or the ‘Most Valuable Commercial Model Award’, they would definitely select the latter. Last year, the award was won by Scarlet Hoffman. This year… Tiffany’s smile deepened as she thought about it. Although she said nothing, she carried herself with a sense of superiority as if she were a white swan. At this moment, her agent Veronica suddenly ran in and said in a panic, “Tiffany! This is bad, this is bad! Something has happened!”

"…I didn't even know any of those things. Just like she doesn't know any of those things about me. What she was in that situation was a warm body. A quick fuck and that's it." I take a deep breath, trying to calm my temper. "You're not helping." "Let him finish," Daniel says. "Tiffany, your girl Tiffany," Christian says. "I knew she was a sports producer because Daniel texts her. But that's it. I didn't know she was accepted into Columbia to get her Masters in Sports Journalism. I didn't know she was a huge fan of just about every sport out there, or that she and her mom saw Jason Hart get drafted."

Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing. " Wait Nicki while did you cover your hair" Naina frowned and silver laughed. " I tinted her hair pink so I guess she shy to remove her cap" silver said amidst laughter " Hey am not shy, am just not comfortable with tinting my hair" Nicki defended herself. " So remove it then" merrissa and Naina said at a time " Fine!! fine I would remove it" Nicki said and removed it, almost imeeimmedia merrissa and Naina shouted and all eyes turned to to them, and even the summers aren't left out.....

If anyone walked in on us, they’d think I’d pulled her in myself with the way she leaned on my chest I allowed her to continue showing off, her smile growing wider in satisfaction. I didn't move or give her the reaction that she wanted. Because from when I stepped out, my thumb had already slid across my phone in my hoodie pocket, recording every damn word she said. “Hazel’s nothing, Jaxon,” Tiffany whispered into my ear as she rested her body on my back now. “She’s a stain on your reputation. You’ll get bored with her anyway, so why not end it now? Choose me instead.”

There were more tents than I could count, each one crowded with so many young wolves each hoping for a chance to meet their mate. I looked up when I noticed several girls come over to sit in the chairs around me. They were all beautiful, much more beautiful than myself. They all looked like models straight out of a magazine, with the newest most fashionable dresses. Their hair and makeup looked to have been done by professionals. I felt so out of place. I stood to leave and get out of their way when one of the girls spoke up. ‘You are Fallon Thomas, right?” She asked. “Y-yes, how do you know my name?” I stammered nervously.

The line goes silent for a moment before she speaks again. “But this is better, Tiffany. You won’t spend any money to bear a child. Still, it’s up to you if you want to grab this opportunity. This isn’t for everyone. You’re lucky—there’s a man looking for a woman who will bear his child, someone who will give him an heiress.” I swallow hard. I do want a child. And if I do, I want that child to be mine alone. It’s not about being greedy—I just want it to be just the two of us. That’s all. It’s irritating.

I nodded, and she squinted to analyse even further. “You lying?” “No, no, I'm good” I sighed. “Just exhausted.” That should put her off, after all, we both were stressed out by responsibilities pertaining to the Literature Club. Tiffany was the vice president. A straight A student that was considered a prodigy. She excelled at nearly everything she put her hands to, and as if that wasn't enough, she bad a perfect relationship with damn near everyone. We'd been close friends since elementary school too, so yes… she knew about Max, and Ellie… and Zane.