Tiffany Winters Novels & Stories

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

"Of all the despicable things you've done in your life, I never would have imagined that you would shoot a woman you claim to love. You told me you wanted to marry her and start a family. I gave you my permission and blessing. Is this how you repay a woman who has done nothing but love you?" I stare at a shiny ballpoint pen on his desk. "I would never hurt her on purpose." I didn't know she was the one until I pulled the trigger." The ballpoint pen was beginning to blur. I blink my eyes several times, refocusing on the image. "Tiffany is a rebel." Silence. "She was after the same book Lisa's uncle was blackmailing her to get." I lift my eyes to find Kayden staring at a portrait on the wall.

I had complete faith in her. "Oh, I used to be a ballerina." I heard her tell Betty one night after work. "Ballerina?" Betty asked. "Like the Swan cracker?" "It's actually Swan Lake and The Nutcracker," Sierra corrected. "Whatever," Betty replied. "The club is much better." "If you count the walking STDs," Sierra muttered. The hairbrush in my hand flew past them, clattering against the wall. Both turned to me, filled with shock. I glared hard at Sierra.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

From the way she sat and dressed, Nickson could tell that she was someone who worked for the executives. "You're looking for me?" The woman looked up gracefully. Her lips curved into a beautiful smile and she politely rose from her seat to shake Nickson's hand. "I'm Tiffany." "Nickson," said Nickson curtly. He had a pleasant impression of this woman because she didn't appear to be fascinated by him or eager to seduce him like most of the women he met. So he won't skip Tiffany this morning. "Sorry to interrupt your time. I work as a banker and I can only see you at this hour.”

Then, with practiced ease, he offered his arm. "Aren't you going to introduce us? You've been gatekeeping for a while." "Tiffany," he said, turning to Victor. "This is Victor Langford," Kai leaned in, whispering in her ears, "His wife is the president of Sosie cosmetic. She's a darling, he isn't." Tiffany giggled, lowering her gaze as quick as she raised them, staring at the old man. "Tiffany Halton," she said, sliding her hand into his.

THE DISCOVERY OF ELENA The News of the discovery of a winter fairy spread across far and wide of Winterfell. The celebration event still went on as the queen of Winterfell called Aurora came in, she had tall slim figure with nice curves, her wings were as golden as gold, her dress made with colourful flowers and leaves, her hair were as brown as chocolate, her lips deep as blood and a beautiful crown made of ice on her head. She had come to see the new fairies and gave each of them special names. The fairy Born of light she gave Lumina, the fairy Born of wind she gave Faye, the fairy Born of water she gave Anahita and the fairy Born of winter she gave Elena. They were all welcomed by every f

The door swung open and walked none other than Tiffany Morgan, Crandon’s bold, brash, and unforgettable sister. All three women exchanged wide-eyed glances. “Ohhh snap,” Sienna grinned. “Guess who’s back?” Tiffany threw her arms wide like she was entering a concert stage. “I’m back again, bitches! Yes, I’m up in this bitch.” The room erupted with laughter. Kira stood up and gave her a quick hug. “Girl! How was the hunt for more potential Universal Airline victims?”

This left Merida seething and resulted in numerous arguments with Tiffany over the matter. Tiffany had moved to the campus dormitory to avoid Merida but had to move back home now that it was winter break. At the mention of Raelyn, Tiffany looked helpless. "Let's not talk about her." Even without Tiffany explicitly stating it, Jade understood that given Raelyn's arrogance, she would undoubtedly find ways to indirectly mock Tiffany. "Just focus on what you're doing now. Don't worry about anything else," Jade comforted her. Tiffany nodded and regained her spirits. "Right, I want to become a dancer. I can't give up on my dream. Dance is where I belong."

Snow yawned, opening her eyes mid way, today was combat class, the most exciting and dangerous class they usually have. In which ranked wolf or less, get involved in combat, showcasing their skill and strength, to Snow it was only a day she badly got injured. Tiffany usually uses the class to prove to everyone that she is the rightful Luna, even injuring her minion to get attention. Apart from that Tiffany was beautiful and elegant herself. She was blonde, brown eyes, shoulder length hair, and a body to die for, no wonder Logans and other guys drool over her.