Tiffany Tala Novels & Stories

Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.

"Turns out Tiffany is not a new vendor; she's an old player, but she was betrayed by her friend who ran away with her money." "Because of that, Tiffany is now starting a new business. Tiffany Magdalena, the daughter of a well-known politician who got caught in a corruption case and died while in prison. Her mother is suffering from stage 3 cancer. Tiffany herself is a graduate of communication and management studies. Her goal in taking Bu Glara's project is to enhance her business's reputation and to pay for her mother's treatment and get her out of the mental hospital." Bhuvi frowned upon hearing Leo's story about Tiffany. "A mental hospital?"

Christian teased him. “No. That was just funny,” he replied. “You have no idea how refreshing it is to see someone have the balls—or boobs—to stand up to the council.” Cindy tossed the phone onto the desk. I glanced down. Her latest post was already racking up shares. “Talia doesn’t need permission. She earned the title, aced the training, sharpened her teeth, and her claws are manicured to perfection. The future of Blue Moon is almost here. #AlphaTalia #LetHerLead #NotYourDamsel”

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.

My friend was beautiful whether or not she tried to be. Then we had Tali also know as Talia She was the quiet one but she could gossip. She knew everything about everyone and when she had a boss that was a ghost she began hacking and still couldn't find anything and that frustrated her to the bone. She was part of the designing team. She had to design apps she thought was useful to us, humans and then install it on to the phone. She was great with her blue bob hairstyle and her brown eyes that shined when she figured something out. She was five foot six with an amazing ass.

Cut off and isolated from the general world. I looked at Tali, pointed for her to share her story. She cleared her throat. "Oh, sure, make me follow Ms. Ninja over here." She blew out a breath that disturbed her bangs. "I'm Tali. I'm an expert level Krav Maga practitioner. I recently escaped from and killed a number of the Night Terror gang in Russia. What I don't have in classic training, I make up for in sheer tenacity and stubbornness. If it needs to get done, I'll find a way to make it happen."

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.

"But I trust you ... Talia stepped out of the black car Ethan had sent her in, Zane and Luna at home with a rotating team of certified nannies and Mia's voice notes checking in every five seconds. The entrance to the designer showroom was crawling with press. She held her head high, dressed in one of her own creations, simple, fierce, unapologetically her. Cameras flashed. Questions flew. But she just smiled and walked through them. Inside, stylists whispered. "That's the girl…" "She had twins, right?" "She's Wolfe's.." "Designer," Talia said firmly as she passed. "I'm Wolfe's designer." Back at Wolfe Industries Vanessa's heels clicked dangerously as she entered Ethan's office without knocki

I think I might be sick. Shivel grabs Tiffany's hand and raises her to her feet, presenting her to the audience. "The winner and reigning champion of the Texas Mutiny blow job races…Tiffany Wendel!" He hands her a glass of dark liquid and she takes the shot, grimacing at the taste of it. She smiles at Shivel and then looks around the room at her fans. When her eyes land on mine, her smile drops and her face goes pale. I can't watch anymore. I put my beer on the small table by the door and turn on my heel, heading out of the apartment.

“Yeah, I think that’ll be great. Do you mind if I get my bike here or where should I meet you?” “Here, perhaps?” Tiffany pointed at the black Maserati only a few feet away from us. “That’s my son’s car. He’s waiting inside while trying to get his call answered.” She leaned forward, a wicked smile was on her lips. “I think he’s having trouble with a certain young lady. From what I heard from my daughter Clarabelle, he slept with a girl who has been having a massive crush on Declan. Oh, Declan is Draven’s twin brother. Gosh, we haven’t caught up in a spell, have we? Two years.” She heaved a small sigh. “I’m sorry for chattering like a bumbling baboon. Ryker always tells me that once I talk abo