Tiffany Tala Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, it’s just that... I had an accident, and I can’t recall a lot of things' she explained to Talia, who watched in awe as her frown began to settle. A tight lip smile No wonder Brynn was just showing herself now. “Really? That's too bad to hear. I’m Talia Silver, Killians fiancé and future mate," she stared, hoping her peers stung Brynn, who stood with her son at her back, peeking at her, and Talia knew in her heart she was going to easily get rid of her. And this was going to be interesting.

“He works from home and he’s actually thinking about relocating closer to Chicago soon. He’s a good dude. Stable. And tall.” They all laughed again, and Carmen added, “I swear, Tiffany got the most dramatic code-switch I’ve ever seen. Hood vibes all day, but let her step in a courtroom? She flips into Harvard Law like that.” “Facts,” Kira nodded. “Straight cold-switching 101.” Tiffany just grinned, unbothered. “So how’s Silas?” Carmen asked, shifting the convo. Tiffany groaned. “Girl… jumping in feet first like always. He’s 24, so he’s still on that ‘let me hang with my boys all night’ wave.”

God knows that Godric and Bastet might duck away from the group to have sex if we do that. ‘You know me too well.’ Bastet laughed. “So, do you think you can handle that?” I asked, ignoring my wolf and looking at Talia. She had straightened her shoulders and adjusted her tiara. “Of course, I can. I am Princess Talia Laraine Adler, after all.” Kurt snickered at his sister. “Good. Now go with the others and make sure things run smoothly. We’ll be there soon.” I sighed, double-checking that all my clothes and jewelry were in the garment bag and case. Once it was, I passed them to Dani to take back so I could change into them when I arrived.

While flashing a triumphant smile towards Alycia whose face changed. "Feel that! You think I'd give in so easily, huh? You village girl! Let's see Uncle Anderson later! After all, there are still many other opportunities! The important thing is that my heart is happy, seeing Alycia's pale and flushed face! Hahaha...You couldn't beat me before, and you won't now, Alycia! Don't dream!" Tiffany exclaimed to herself. Tiffany ran out the door of the treatment room, just as she had reached the end of the door, someone entered accidentally and bumped into her.

Tiffany sighed and went back to her room, totally forgetting to get a glass of water, of course it was an excuse. Hey buddies, comment, vote and like this chapter. Blue-Orchid.

"Sources say that the heiress begins having an affair with the model again shortly after her billionaire father died. The photos above show and confirm the affair as the Davis Holding heiress, wife of the Walton group her is photographed in a rather intimate position with the top model. The two began as friends when they were younger and started their official relationship last year. But the relationship ended shortly before the heiress married Vincent Walton. It isn't confirmed whether the now married couple has always been in a relationship or have just been in

Erland said. Tommy nodded, swallowing hard, now feeling relieved because he would know what Erland would do, maybe gradually understand his problem, but it would also be a burden because he couldn't tell Maelie. ... Tiffany had just finished packing her things, including Alaina's, as she was flying to Australia tonight. She was in her room, with her daughter playing on an iPad on the bed. "What are you doing?" The loud question from the door startled her. She immediately got off the bed and saw her mother approaching quickly.

Before he could form the words to ask who she was, the room was overtaken by thunderous clapping. "Great, just great! You were just denying being a cheater, and now your secret lover emerges from the crowd to claim you. I shouldn't be surprised, should I?" Claire's fingers ached as she had a strong urge to scratch the woman's face. Or her long legs maybe. They were her prominent features. That would serve her right— after all, she was a rising model, Tiffany Talisman. She glued herself back to Hunter's arm again and said in the sweetest voice, "Why are you giving her unnecessary importance, Hunter? Let her go to hell!"

They kept going for the better part of two hours. Talia eventually got around to what she actually did for a living. She was a freelance stylist with a dozen regular clients, plus whoever wandered into a boutique looking like their closet had betrayed them. Between her brown skin, loose curls framing her face, and unbridled tongue, Seraphina already knew her clients were getting more than what they paid for. “Same time next week?” Talia asked once the cups were empty and neither of them had made a move to leave. “Why wait? You have my number.”