Tiffany Hoffman Novels & Stories

"Did you bring a lady home, Theodore Prudence Douglas?" "Actually, he brought three. Lil Johnny's a man now," she chuckled, helping herself to a seat. She ignored the glares from Jessi and Sofia, reclining, and taking tangles out of her hair. Tiffany stood in the dining area. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, her eyebrows were thin and sharp, and she had a long pointed nose, currently upturned at Tanya. Her lips were small and tight and her chin was pointed. She looked every bit the prim disciplinarian snob. Tanya's least favorite type of person.

As soon as the realisation hit her, she looked up to find Noami staring at her with confusion. "I—" her eyes scanned the room for a reply more like a lie. "I got a few orders. I have to call Elle!" She said, rushing into her room. "Liar!" Noami screamed. Dinner Night Tiffany stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the soft silk matching outfit. After ransacking through her wardrobe for hours. The halter-style top wrapped elegantly around her, exposing her shoulders and back, and the ties around her neck highlighting her collarbones.

Tiffany went offline after dropping the message and decided to engage in some activities until it was time. She read her books, saw movies, went to swim in the pool and chatted with her friends a few times. While she did all of that, she kept praying for time to run by fast. As just like she prayed for, it was soon 6pm. She prepared and decided to chat with her friends and ask how prepared they were. @Lady Tiff “Who is ready, because I am.” (She sent and accompanied the message with a dancing emoji.) @Queen Freya

I looked like I deserved to be here. I found Lounge Four behind a heavy velvet curtain. I pulled it aside, a smile already forming on my lips, ready to say his name. The words died in my throat. Mark wasn't alone. He was sprawled on a white leather sofa, a bottle of champagne chilling in a silver bucket. Sitting on his lap was a woman I recognized instantly. Tiffany. She was a sports influencer with a million followers and a reputation for "dating" the very legends Mark was supposed to be scouting. Her hand was buried in Mark’s hair, and his face was pressed into the crook of her neck.

With that, the angel disappeared again, leaving only the faintest trace of a glowing shimmer in the air. Meanwhile, Tiffany, completely oblivious to the game-changer she'd just missed, continued to wander through the house, fully convinced that her biggest problem was how to keep her villainous status intact. She stepped out of the room into a lavish hallway, filled with portraits of old relatives, and stopped dead in her tracks. "Well," she murmured, "I guess I better learn how to really be Deja... and fast."

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

“Tiffany Henson?” “It’s Miller now,” she says and shows us her left hand. “I’ve been married for eight years already, gosh, I’m old!” Tiffany, one of my many high school girlfriends, comes over, slowly shaking her head. “How the hell are you?” she asks, looking from me to Chloe and back. “Chloe, right?” Chloe smiles and nods. “Yeah, that’s me.” “I love your show. And I’m sorry if I was ever a dick in high school,” Tiffany spits out easily. I just need to come out and say it too, but I need Chloe to know I mean it.

"…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."

Entering the small space I see the last person I was expecting. Tiffany sits on a prop sofa, scrolling through her phone, but when I clear my throat she jumps and fumbles to standing. She is immaculately dressed, and her blonde hair is curled and shiny like usual. But something about the smug look on her face rubs me the wrong way. I don't know what she wants but I want to leave already. "Hey." She says, plastering a sickly sweet smile on her face. "What do you want?"

He knocked gently, and Tiffany opened the door immediately. She wore a short, brown nightgown with no bra, her hair pulled into a ponytail. “Hi,” she murmured softly. Gareth froze. Why was she dressed like that? Was she trying to seduce him? The truth was—Tiffany was horny. Logan wouldn’t answer her calls, and she didn’t have anyone else. People might assume Logan was the typical Alpha—always chasing sex, always in control—but that wasn’t the truth.