Tiffany Hoffman Novels & Stories

Instead, Leo’s name was flashing on the screen, accompanied by five consecutive capital-letter texts. TIFFANY. OH MY GOD. HUFFINGTON POST JUST DROPPED A LIVE FEED. THEY HAVE PHOTOS OF YOU AND JULIAN IN THE ALLEY. TIFF, YOUR WEBSITE IS CRASHING. PEOPLE ARE CALLING THE OFFICE. WHO THE HELL IS 'EXPRESS LOGISTICS' AND WHY ARE THEY SAYING YOU'RE HIS NEW OBSESSION?! Tiffany’s blood ran cold. "Julian..." she started, her voice suddenly losing all its sharp bravado.

“No way.” Maya leaned over to read. “Oh my God.” Tiffany gasped loud enough for the whole dorm floor to hear. “HANNAH.” “I know.” “You got a job offer.” “I don’t know if it’s official.” “It’s official enough.” “I haven’t answered.” Tiffany looked personally offended. “You haven’t answered?” “I panicked.” Before I could stop her again— she grabbed my phone. “Tiffany!” Her fingers moved across the keyboard. Maya sat upright.

Sheila's POV: Days rolled faster than I could visualize. Currently, I am waiting for Tammy in the playground. As usual, we planned to meet here. After that incident, he became very closer to me. I came to know more about him. In fact, he opened himself yesterday that he has a girlfriend and her name is Lilly Johnson. I am really happy for him. He cares a lot about her. I will certify she is the luckiest girl in the world. Whenever he talks about her, his eyes display some emotion which I can easily tell how much affection he has with her.

I say. “Oh?”, “Yes, she was very interested in my personal life the last time I saw her, which annoyed me immensely. I’ve been avoiding her calls and texts for a couple weeks,” I share. “Well Kate there is just something about her I don’t trust. It’s like she has some secret she wants to tell you but doesn’t. I don’t know, I just don’t like her,” Alpha Jackson says.

"Oh my! Is he my real cousin? Or he might be an impostor? I should warn aunt Belle!" "We're real cousins, Ally." Calvin sigh as he look at me. "We're a werewolf." I blurted out. "We're not mafia, I am not from a rehab and defiantly not from mental disability. But, I am a werewolf." She remain silent for awhile then she burst into laughter. "What's funny?" I ask Calvin. "I don't know" he shrugged. "Oh! And I'm a banshee! Are you Scott McCall or Derek Hale?! I didn't know you like that show!" She said while laughing.

Just then, Tiffany came out of her room. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find any napkins. I’ve checked everywhere.” She said sadly. “No, it’s fine–“ “I’ll go check my room.” I interrupted Joel quickly, standing on my feet. There were definitely napkins in my room, but the truth was… I wanted to give them space. Joel was a good man. He was exactly the kind of man Tiffany deserved. Not Blake Houston. That asshole. Just then, a phone buzzed with a notification. I assumed it was mine, so I checked Tiffany’s bag. But guess what?

She raised the phone in her right hand in front of Bryson. Instead, Bryson simply glanced crudely at it and disdainfully replied, “Do you take me for a fool, Charlotte Simmons? Or have you overestimated your own intelligence? The person chatting with Zenios isn’t even Tiffany. Is this your attempt to slander her? By creating a random account to fabricate these chat records?” Tiffany, who seemed aggrieved on the surface, was smirking deep down. Zenios was her favorite celebrity, her dream guy, and the man she wanted to sleep with most of all.

She is Tiffany Kyle, twenty two years, a fashion designer who would pass for a model even in the biggest modelling firm, "do you know why? “ Reason is because : She is not only a designer, but she is also a beautiful lady, who has chances of winning Miss world if given the chance to. That is how beautiful Tiffany is, you can call her beauty a spec cause it is very rare to find, it is uncommon, no man would stare at her once without staring over and over again till he trips over and fall, that is how beautiful Tiffany is. She is endowed with every thing a man would ever want in a lady, but only Miguel is lucky enough to have her.

I said, “You must remember that, Miss? Teenagers are merciless, vile creatures.” The nurse had flame ginger hair, glasses enlarging her eyes like milk bottles, and a crooked smile. She was also shapely, stout and spoke with a lisp. It was wrong to prey on what I’m sure was a traumatic high school experience, but these were desperate times. “Please,” I begged, “She’ll be the subject of gossip and shaming for months if this gets out.” She put down her magazine and sandwich and gave me a lasting stare before hauling herself to her feet and waddling into the back. A few moments later, she returned with a box wrapped in tissue, covering the label.

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.