Tiffany Nichkhun Novels & Stories

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

The audience was mesmerized, marveling at her skill. Tiffany, who was the heiress of McAuley Group, possessed both beauty and intelligence. She had excelled in her studies since childhood and mastered multiple languages, winning first place at international ballet competitions at the age of 12. She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful.

I answered, looking at her. Tiffany was an oblivious rich brat who liked making bets because she was insecure. She used daddy’s money to make her feel good about herself and she played dirty if it meant getting her way. We had broken up six months ago, but she had crawled back into my life a month ago because she knew I wanted to get in the race for the city’s annual race completion.

Chayon offered, stepping into the void of her silence. "Nicha... she came to me on the exact day of your wedding. Drove her car right onto the property, wrecked a bunch of your mother's trees, stepped out of the car, and... offered herself as my mistress. All in exchange for a scholarship to study abroad." Tycoon Chayon exhaled a thick plume of cigarette smoke, delivering the unvarnished truth. "But... Cha got a merit scholarship, didn't she? Or did you do something to sabotage her funding?" In Wee's memory, Nicha was an exceptional student who had earned a university-granted scholarship. Back then, Chayon had adamantly denied having any involvement.

With just one look, it could be seen that Tiffany was not a naturally talented player, but rather someone who achieved results through hard work. Alessia's discovery was also noticed by Dominic in front of the computer. He tiredly pinched his brow. Tiffany was a IronRose, and she had extraordinary hacking skills when she was only in her teens. Clearly a natural talent, how did Tiffany become a hardworking type? The seed of doubt sprouted again, and Dominic narrowed his eyes. In the end, he picked up the phone next to the computer and made a call. The phone was answered, and a slightly lazy male voice came through.

Sure he didn't take pride in beating that woman but she did receive a nice chunk of money in exchange for her silence, Tiffany herself profited just as much, actually more for what she called a loss in profits. Sacha rolled his eyes but gave her a nod. "Then have fun. I am glad to see you though." Tiffany gave him another smile before turning her back on him, the moment her face was no longer visible the smile vanished. Of course she did remember Ashley, and John, hell there were multiple customers who she never had seen and did look shady coming in, but there was no chance she would give any information to Sacha. He firmly landed himself on her shit list for eternity. Drunk, sober, old, you

“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.”

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

“Tiffany Don Nicholas. You, my friend, are trouble.” Bethany snapped her fingers at us. “Girls, we need a strategy.” Tiffany clapped her hands together. “Exactly! And that’s why I came prepared.” She reached into her tote bag and pulled out a small notebook, flipping it open with dramatic flair. Bethany and I exchanged a look. “Tiff,” I said slowly, “why do you already have notes?” “Because I saw this coming.” Tiffany’s grin widened. “Now, lesson one: The Art of the Chase.”

I turned around and Channing was standing there with hurt in her eyes. "Yes. Her mate is Richard Brickenden." "You mean John R. E. Brickenden?" She asked, tilting her head with confusion. "What's the R and the E for?" Was his name really not Richard Brickenden? "Richard Earkenhait. We had a run in with him back when I was just a kid." So she didn't lie about her mate, but she never told us what her mate did. She was hiding something. "Do you know what she's the Founder of?"