Tiffany Tala Novels & Stories

Charlotte exclaimed the name syllable by syllable, rubbing her eyes vigorously at the same time. ‘Yes! I am not hallucinating, it’s indeed Tiffany! ‘I’d still recognize her even if she turned into ashes!’ What’s more, Tiffany was currently standing safely and soundly in front of her. She was in a white silk dress that she used to love, which made her look like an innocent and flawless white lotus.

Tiffany: “Most homeless people are men. Did you know that men like to make women. wear their shirts and wear them the way that I am wearing this one?” Tiffany shifted positions, and the shirt opened to reveal her bare breasts and a hint of her light brown nipples. “You sound very experienced,” Crystal said. “Are you?” Tiffany: “Experienced in what?” Crystal: “You know: What I was inexperienced in.” Tiffany took off her slippers and put her legs on the coffee table. “Come on, why are you asking me that?” she asked. “I have no experience.”

I asked her, and she smiled as she looked at me in the mirror. “It’s not like you’ve got anything I haven’t seen before,” she said, and Falcon turned away, hiding his grin. “Geez, Falcon, control your woman,” I said, as I finally finished with the damn tie. “Nobody controls Tala,” Falcon said, and I turned around and looked at her. “Holy shit, Tala!” I said out loud. She was wearing a dress! I could hardly believe my own eyes as I took her in. She was absolutely stunning. Her back was bare except for the twin straps that came over her shoulders. The dress was tight along her upper body and flared out slightly at her hips.

“Now that you mention it… he does.” He pointed to a petite nurse with flowing brown hair and a bright smile. “That is Talia, better known as Tinkerbell. I don’t need to explain why, right?” Irene shook her head. She had been introduced to Talia before she joined the hospital and applauded how fast and strong the woman was despite being shy of five feet in height. Talia had floated towards them with an ease that Irene envied. And she could tell why Talia was on the approved list of people to hang out and make friends with.

She stumbled over her words, her face flushing with a mix of fear and lust as she stared at his bare chest. "Mr. Vane... I... I’m Tiffany Crestview. Lara’s sister," she stammered, trying to pull her shoulders back to show off her cleavage. "I came to apologize for her behavior. She’s troubled, you see. My father is very concerned that she’s taken advantage of your kindness."

I nodded slowly, but I still wasn’t convinced. Trina continued. “Laura, I’m telling you. I’ve known Talon Nash for years. Seen him with more women than you probably want to think about.” I gave her a pointed glare and she laughed as she continued. “I’m serious. So. Many. Women. But you know what?” “What?” I grumbled, finishing off my beer.

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I never return for seconds. I saw the flash of pain or...something that crossed my mystery angel's face just before she turned away. My first instinct was to go to her, which in itself should've sent off warning alarms in my head. Talon Avery does not go after females; they come after me. By the time I was able to extricate myself from the clutches of my unwanted admirer, she was heading across the field in the opposite direction.

she looked at both of us showing a measurement of his penis. Sienna couldn't contain herself and half fell off the chair laughing. "Talia is being modest, he's also got a fetish you know? Our girl Talia is living the freaky life in the bedroom." Sienna said rocking her hips. We started giggling again and then it went quiet, Sienna and Talia were both looking behind me amazed, Sienna blushed at the site of what was behind me. I gave them a look but they just kept quiet. "Do you mind if I have a moment alone with the birthday girl ladies?" a familiar voice said behind me.

After knocking, he entered. "Lily, do you have a photo of Abigail?" he asked. Lily got down from her bed and fetched her diary. Opening it she brought out a picture of the family on her birthday. "This is Abigail Shawn," She pointed at a young lady standing next to her father, with long wavy black hair. "She didn't like taking pictures. We forced her to take this picture," Lily revealed. Luis scanned and sent the image to his friend to search for details of her using the image.