Tiffany Hoffman Novelas e Histórias

At dinner, Tiffany White grabs my fiance's phone and spends 100 thousand dollars on a designer bag. She even sticks her tongue at me. "Come on, Meredith. You're loaded. You won't mind such a small amount, right? Shawn and I share everything. His money is my money," she says. Everyone at the table waits for me to lose my temper or smile and let it slide like a saint. Instead, I calmly take out a voice recorder and my laptop from my bag and adjust my gold-rimmed glasses. "100 thousand meets the threshold for criminal filing. Since you said you two share everything, I have to ask—is this embezzlement or an illegal transfer tied to an improper personal relationship? "Oh, and what you just said about 'his money is my money'? I recorded that. According to the supplemental clauses in our prenup and the company bylaws, I'm officially initiating an asset-freezing order against Shawn Harrison." I turn to Tiffany. "Enjoy your free meals in prison, Ms. White." Shawn is livid. "It was just a joke, Meredith. Is it really necessary to ruin me over this?" I hit the "enter" key. "Sorry. In my book, there are no jokes—only bad debt."

Jordan Bennet looked at his girlfriend and sneered, “Avery, let’s break up. In fact, I have never loved you, but I pitied you because your mother didn’t love you. I have wasted so many years with you and I am tired of pretending. I never knew what love is before I met the love of my life, Tiffany Spencer. Please move on with your life and forget about me.” Then he kissed his new girlfriend on the lips in front of Avery. She was so shocked, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She was dumped in front of his new girlfriend. She felt humiliated. After everything she had done for him, he cheated on her. Tears were brimming in her eyes but she held them back. She didn’t want to cry in front of them. Was she hallucinating? She pinched her thigh hard to check if she was not dreaming. After she realized that she wasn’t dreaming, she calmed herself down. A faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth and said to Jordan, “Everything you have achieved because of me, you will lose it.”

Selene's life was a living hell, being born as an Omega, tormented relentlessly by Alpha Jackson and his choosing mate Tiffany Selene, Best friend. Selene has spent her life serving the Blood Moon Pack, getting beaten and discarded. On her 18th birthday, she finds her wolf, Lyla, and she finds out that she is mated to alpha Jackson. Jackson cruelly rejects Selene, he considers her too weak and unworthy. Up until this point, Selene had lost hope. When her second-chance mate, the mighty and protective Alpha Alexander, claimed her as his own and promised to protect Selene. Selene's journey from being rejected to reclaimed began. Jackson refuses to let Selene go; Jackson wants Selene to continue being under his control. Jackson, the ruthless alpha, refuses to accept Selene's new life. Jackson determines to claim Selene back under his control by all means. Selene's second mate, Alpha Alexander, loves Selene so much that he can't let go of her for anyone, but Alpha Alexander has to battle with Jackson, or Alexander will lose Selene forever. Between the two powerful alpha's who will Selene end up with?

I was reborn. The universe spat me back to the year of my SATs, eighteen again, right when Noah Ritchie confessed his love for me. Turned out, it was the last year he'd ever love me. That was the year he met her… the one who'd actually own his heart. For Carla Davidson, he didn't hesitate to confess his love to me, not out of sincerity, but to distract me from my studies. Because of him, I missed my shot at a top university and barely got into a second-tier one. He even staged a car accident to keep me from attending an academic competition, just so Carla could win first place. When Carla suffered from severe blood loss in an accident, he convinced me to donate so much blood that it permanently damaged my health and left me unable to bear children. Later, Noah was forced to marry me, but he spent every day brooding over a photo of Carla. And when he learned she was getting married, he abandoned me without a second thought, choosing to die for love. But in this lifetime, I'm wide awake. I won't love him again. I'll be selfish. I'll live for myself and no one else. So when Noah looked at me with his usual arrogance and asked, "Tiffany, will you be my girlfriend?" I met his gaze calmly and shook my head. "No."

In the fifth year after my death, my mate, Kade Irvin, comes to the shack that I used to live in once again. He's not here to visit me. The truth is, his new lover, Tiffany Hart's blood cancer has relapsed once again, so he desperately needs my bone marrow in order to extend her life. When he steps into the old and ruined room, he realizes that it's empty. "Nala, get out right now! My patience is limited, you know!" Upon hearing his bellows, the old she-wolf who lives next door, Patricia Howl, rushes over to him. "Are you looking for Nala? She died a long time ago." Kade has already blocked our mind-link. Of course, he's oblivious about how much pain and suffering I had to go through before my death. He just chuckles coldly in return. "Her bastard pup is still in my hands. As if she has the guts to die! Tell her that she'd better come to me before tomorrow if she still wants to see that bastard spawn of hers!" But Patricia sighs and shakes her head. "If you're talking about Nala's pup, that poor thing died a long time ago protecting his mother…"

My cousin, Tiffany Wilkinson, brought her new boyfriend, Isaac Lloyd, home for the first time. The dinner was going great, chatting and laughing like everything was perfect. Out of nowhere, Isaac locked eyes on me, his face lighting up with fake surprise as he practically shouted, "Wait, don't I know you from somewhere? Aren't you in that 'Elite Escort Group'?" He added, "I swear I saw your rate card in the group photos... It was only 200 dollars or something?" He slapped a hand over his mouth afterward, putting on this innocent act like he had just let something slip. The lively dining room went dead silent in an instant. My relatives' looks turned cold and judgmental, making me utterly uncomfortable all over. "He looks so decent on the outside, but he's actually doing that kind of thing behind closed doors." "You're such a disgrace to the Wilkinson family. Don't even tell people you're related to us from now on." Dad was so furious he slammed his wine glass down, and Mom sat there wiping away tears. I calmly dabbed my mouth with my napkin, then looked at Isaac with a knowing smirk. "Makes sense that I look familiar. I'm with the Vice Squad, and I just busted you in a sting operation last month!"

My best friend, Laurel Elliot, has gotten brainwashed by the infantile mindset. She ends up buying ten boxes of strawberries just so she can eat the strawberry mousse glacee during the Midsummer Festival. Instead, I just whip up some chocolate ganache. In my previous lifetime, Laurel had threatened the strawberry seller, Dave Hoffman, over the phone to refund her the money. On top of that, she even used AI to generate images of spoiled strawberries. I transferred Laurel the money immediately, saying that I'd pay for the strawberries. But that was when Laurel widened her eyes. "I've already used AI to generate spoiled fruits so that the shopping platform can deal with this incident. Since you're that rich, you might as well spend all that money on a smol bean like me!" After advising Laurel multiple times to not do that, she finally conceded. But Dave showed up on my doorstep with a blade in hand the next day. Only then did I find out that not only did Laurel not pay for the strawberries, but she also drove the seller up the wall with her actions. To my horror, Laurel was quick to pin the blame on me. "Dave, Cassie is the one who refused to listen to me and kept making things difficult for you on purpose. I couldn't stop her at all…" Before I could react, Laurel pushed me out immediately. When I open my eyes, I've returned to the day Laurel is about to cause trouble. Upon noticing that I've already made chocolate ganache out of the ingredients meant for the strawberry mousse glacee, Laurel drops the pot into the trash can. "Oopsies! I can't hold the pot at all! It slipped out of my cute widdle hands!"

I, Darlene Cooley, have an ability. Whenever I touch an object, I can see the scenes it has experienced over the past day. I've been married for five years. Every time I help my husband, Bernard Hoffman, tidy up his suits or organize his briefcase, what I see are conference rooms, whiteboards, and workstations. Once in a while, I appear in those scenes. He'll be secretly reading my messages under his desk, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. Bernard is so gentle that it feels almost unreal. In winter, he places my slippers by the heater to warm them up. No matter how busy his business trips are, he video calls me right on time. When I casually mention I feel like eating caramel popcorn, he drives halfway across the city to stand in line for it. My friends all say I'm blessed, and I feel the same way. That is, until yesterday, when he comes back from a trip. I go to help him unpack, and the moment I touch that gray cashmere sweater, a flood of images rushes in. Bernard is sitting across from a short-haired woman. Her eyes are bright, and a shallow dimple appears when she smiles. He listens to her speak, earnest and focused, with his head tilted slightly to one side. A faint smile lingers at the corner of his mouth. It's been a long time since he has listened to me speak like that. The vision ends. I crouch in front of the suitcase, my hand still resting on the cashmere sweater, unable to snap out of it for a long while. Then, I stand up and walk over to the cabinet, where I pull out my own suitcase.

Growing up alone and becoming independent at such a young age was never easy for Mallory Addison Finley. For her, it was like walking on pins or entering a narrow loophole. Simply put, her journey was not a smooth-sailing one. After losing her parents in a car crash, her life had become a living hell for her. She had to go to such lengths to survive, even though she was barely alive. Nonetheless, she was under the impression that she would have a promising future in the actual world. She assumed she would have and live a great life. Until she reached her mid-twenties, and yet she couldn’t find a stable job. Hired today, fired tomorrow. She’d grown accustomed to her usual life. Her situation has remained unchanged for several years, and she has never been able to break the chain. Then, one day, the tables were turned on her. There came a time when she least expected it. Her closest friend, Tiffany Maurer, suggested that she apply to Crimson Group Incorporation because they were looking for a secretary, and Luke Crimson, the president of the company, wanted to find a suitable replacement for the position as soon as possible. Mallory accepted her friend’s offer, fearing she would squander the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Little did she know that not only a job awaited her at work, but also, romance. What lies, sacrifices, and pain must she bear as a result of her love for the young billionaire? Will she be able to handle it all? Or will she find herself giving up the man she loves?

Before my parents died, they arranged for me to marry Alan Palmer, the powerful but impotent overlord of Northingdale. The day I received the engagement letter, strange floating messages appeared before my eyes. [Don't marry him. He can't have kids, and he's violent!] [If you go through with this, that freak will torture you to death. Run!] [Your childhood sweetheart is your true love. Run away with him!] My childhood sweetheart, Leon Wade, grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes with what seemed like deep affection. "Tiffany, let's run away together. Have your maid take your place and marry Alan. She knows you well. No one will notice." Fooled by the so-called love in his eyes and those floating messages, I chose to go with him in my past life. I could only watch as the maid stole my identity as the heiress of the Glissons, gave Alan a son, and walked away with hundreds of millions of dollars in fortune. In the end, Leon held her in his arms. He tied a huge stone to me, kicked me into the ocean, and said smugly, "From now on, she's Tiffany. As for you, rot at the bottom of the sea forever!" I watched as sharks slowly tore into my body, pain ripping through every inch of me, until only my bones sank into the dark water. After being reborn, I finally understood that those floating messages were fake. They were carefully planted traps designed by Leon. Now, facing him and his pleas for me to run away, I let out a cold laugh and ignored the floating messages. "I'm not some helpless maiden. I'm marrying Alan."