Tiffany Winters Novels & Stories

I looked at Gladys and then back at him. "I see that you found yourself a new toy," I told him. A grim line formed between his eyebrows. He returned his attention to me before responding. "Because of Gladys, I lost everything. So I'll make her stay till I get it all back." "And how do you I intend to do that?" "Just like I am doing. I'll keep trying." "Try harder," I told him and when I slightly turned, my gaze fell on someone looking lost. It was Tiffany and two of my guards. Tiffany was dressed in a beautiful black laced gown and a mask. The dress was an off shower gown that revealed her neck and shoulders.

She smiles. Tiffany turns her head to see what Casey is talking about and notices her brother is staring at Winters's photo. Tiffany feels sad on the inside because winter was a great friend of hers as well. Tiffany then replies, “that is my brother's girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, his Girlfriend won't be happy to see him staring at her,” Tiffany smiles, ”she is dead.” Casey, confused, questions, “what do you mean dead?” Tiffany starts explaining what happened. Casey's eyes start tearing, “that's so much to endure,” she says, “I now understand why you left everything behind.”

But, deep inside, Killian is furious with Tiffany's existence and he wants the woman to fall into his trap. As Tiffany stood before me, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and vulnerability, I couldn't help but feel a surge of conflicting emotions. The truth had finally been unveiled, and she now knew about her true identity as the lost daughter of Orion and Ysabelle O'Hearn, the werewolves. It was a revelation that held immense power and potential, and I knew that it would forever change the course of both our lives.

The woman smiled, her eyes crinkled kindly as she did so. “I’m Tiffany Summers, née Cromwell.” Since the woman was obviously too young to be Ryker’s mother, I immediately assumed she was either his sister or cousin. “Are you Ryker’s sister?” “Yes.” She nodded. “I see that you’ve occupied my mum’s old bedroom,” she said in a faint English accent. “I live in Washington D.C. now so I don’t come here often.” Which explained the faint English accent, she’d probably lived in America long enough to lose her accent. “How are you, Xyrra? Has—” she took a small pause, clearing her throat, “Has my brother treating you well?”

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Her mother spoke holder her jaw tightly but she frowned and jerked her hand off. ( Can you see this despicable woman in the TV? Who is it? It's you or your ghost? ) She disturbed her from seeing the TV.... she wants to see.... she wants to hear.... stop... stop this sound please...... she got frustrated but still tried her best to listen. "Zaviyaar Hamdani-" Shhhh........ Her breathing stopped..... her actions stopped..... the ringing stopped.... the throbbing stopped......everything stopped.... it all went silent.... Silence.... just silence through the whole body.

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?

“Can I ask you something? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say your last name.” Celeste gave a small huff of laughter, the sound holding a trace of nerves. She took a deep breath. “Winters.” Victoria blinked. “Wait… what? I’m sorry, could you say that again?” “My last name… is Winters.” Celeste lowered her gaze to her hands, fingers twisting together. Both Victoria and Silas exchanged a glance, momentarily speechless. “Winters,” Victoria echoed, her voice rising with surprise. “As in the old royal Winters? The family that disappeared?”

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

CHAPTER 2 “Tiffany, meet Mr. Yzarjadon Trevor Krick, your sperm donor,” Doctor Laurent introduced the man to me. I looked at the man sitting across from me. He had everything I wanted in a man—green eyes, a sharp nose, seven feet tall, fair-skinned, and most of all, handsome. He looked decent, but I wasn’t sure yet. I gave him an awkward smile, but his face was serious. He didn’t even smile back. Earlier, when I greeted him, he only looked at me.