Tiffany Winters Novels & Stories

I cleared my throat and offered her a drink, “Why did you left your family and chose to be a Rogue Wolf?” She drank her drink with her eyes looking at me. Those sexy green eyes of hers were making me sweat a little. I would totally date her if she was not a Werewolf. “Because I wanted to be free” she wet her pouty lips and smiled at me, “So, Tiana Winters is your.. what do they call her? The runaway bride?” I nodded and sighed, “She is powerful. You met her when she was just six years old. Now, she is twenty-five and very strong. Can you do the job?”

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.

“You two once loved each other deeply. You survived countless storms together, but you couldn’t survive the quiet. Ms. Winters won’t come back once she’s gone. “I can help you bring her back by force,” the assistant said, lowering his gaze. “You could lock her away if you wanted, but she would never forgive your betrayal.” Nick shook his head. “I want her to come back willingly.” The assistant was stunned. Then he offered a single piece of advice. “If that’s what you want, you’ll have to win her heart again. Make her fall in love with you one more time.” Nick’s expression shifted. For the first time in days, there was life in his eyes. He immediately signed his discharge papers and bought th

Thompson fragilely nodded her head and took a deep breath. "Hi, I am Leizel Snow Waterstrings...16..and I uh…we just moved here in Springfield last month." I started. After saying things about me, Mrs. Thompson motioned for me to sit and started telling the Dos and don'ts and regulations of the school. I listened intently, I even took out my notebook and pen to jot down notes.

“That’s right. Daisie has never done any awful things before. Besides, she’s an award-winning actress. She didn’t complain about a mistake she didn’t make and repeated the scene again and again. Isn’t that enough to show how professional she is?” “She’s professional?” Tiffany scoffed coldly. “There are many more people in the entertainment industry who are even more dedicated than her. She's just a rich girl trying her best to make everyone think she's a dedicated actor by working in the cold weather while having a fever. There's nothing worth mentioning at all.” The crew members saw something, and they all left. When Tiffany turned around, she saw Zephir standing in the corridor and was stu

She even gave us a tv when her husband bought a new one. It was a forty inch, which we put in the living room. Wilder took the twenty-two inch tv that he bought on black Friday to his room. I got the twins a tiny box tv for Christmas last year to share. I'm the only one that doesn't have a tv in my room, but I don't really care. I have a bunch of old romance books that use to belong to my grandma that entertain me. Wyatt sits beside me on the bed, quietly. I look at him, then suddenly I have a thought. “Do you not have to work tomorrow?”

I ended up curling my hair and did a light makeup look. Tiffany comes running in. "Damn bitch you look hot," she says. I just laugh, "So do you." as she twirls for me. Tiffany is a cute redhead who pretty much comes to my sholders. She is sexy and curvy. I give her a little smack on the ass. "Okay pre-game time," she says as she grabs the vodka. She pours each of us a shot. "Here is to getting lucky tonight," she says and we both down the shot.

Tiffany was not famous or had any notable roles, yet she landed the lead role over several other top actresses. The Facebook community roasted her, accusing her of shamelessly using her connections to get ahead. Tiffany wasn't backing down. She put up a gutsy post. "Yeah, my man's loaded and got my back. Anyone got an issue with that?" She posted a picture of an extravagantly dressed man putting a diamond necklace around her neck. The diamonds shone brilliantly. The man's face was hidden, but his hands had defined knuckles. Kayla knew it was Winston as soon as she saw the watch he was wearing. It was the one she gave him for his birthday last year. She frowned a little and suddenly lost her

"Did you bring a lady home, Theodore Prudence Douglas?" "Actually, he brought three. Lil Johnny's a man now," she chuckled, helping herself to a seat. She ignored the glares from Jessi and Sofia, reclining, and taking tangles out of her hair. Tiffany stood in the dining area. Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a tight bun, her eyebrows were thin and sharp, and she had a long pointed nose, currently upturned at Tanya. Her lips were small and tight and her chin was pointed. She looked every bit the prim disciplinarian snob. Tanya's least favorite type of person.

Julian said quietly, his dark eyes dead serious even as a faint amusement danced in their depths. "Fine. My very first solo client was an eccentric retired Broadway actor who insisted his entire penthouse apartment needed to be themed around a tropical rainforest," Tiffany confessed, shaking her head at the memory. "He wanted real palm trees inside the living room. In Manhattan. On the thirty-second floor."