Tiffany Winters Novels & Stories

“Well…” Tiffany walks into the kitchen with only a towel wrapped around her. Her pale shoulders and upper chest are on full display, with a towel draped over her head. “Trevor. I waited for as long as I could in the shower for you. Why didn’t you come join me? Are you still made I ran away from you today at the set?” My eyes lock on her slim body and delicate skin, glistening under the kitchen lights. Purple bite marks litter across her shoulders and thighs. They stand out like targets against the pale backdrop.

She hoped the new boss would take note of her petition. "Miss Belle, there's a board meeting in 20", her assistant, Tiana said, interrupting her train of thoughts. She nodded as the girl left. She pitied her as she'd been an assistant even before she started working with the institution. Belle gathered her thoughts and her papers which she worked on during her free hours by the weekend and slowly walked up to the elevator, taking it's slow flight up the building.

Tiffany was astounded, and her eyes widened a bit, but she was quick to release herself from Ryat's firm grip, then she brought that wrist to her second palm, caressing it. "I'm not one of your other sluts, Mr. Briggs. After that Halloween night, i already flushed you outta my system. Hire another doll, what you want will never happen again" she said without mincing words, then she opened the door and slipped out. Ryat's arms dropped.

Tiffany, who had been quiet, said, “Guys, I have an idea that will make Darcy divorce that retard, but I have one condition. If it works, I will become the chairwoman of Hilfinger Corp. Of course, you guys would have to fight each other for Darcy since it’s not possible to split her in half.” Eliot and Frank exchanged a glance and then nodded. “Fine. If you can do it, then you can be the chairwoman.” Since Hilfinger Corporation would be divided fairly among the three families, Eliot and Frank had nothing to lose by giving Tiffany the position of chairperson. “What do you have in mind, Tiffany?” Frank asked curiously. Tiffany had a sip of wine and licked her lips. “I’m flirting with an adorab

"I can barely see three feet in front of me." "Then stay close to the bar," she laughed, dragging him toward the center of the chaos. The party was a victory celebration—the Wolves had apparently dominated the ice earlier that evening. Kol accepted a drink from Valeria, the amber liquid burning a trail of warmth down his throat. He wasn't a regular at these scenes; his life was a disciplined loop of the Sunrise Dance Studio and his Food Technology studies. But as the music—a heavy, driving beat—took hold, the dancer in him took over.

The private VIP floor of the orthopedic wing at Tenson Hospital was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Outside the heavy isolation door, at the end of the hallway, a gaunt figure knelt motionless. Her dress was wrinkled and stained. She looked like a soulless clay statue. It was Tiffany. Her eyes were bloodshot and terrifying. Her hair was greasy and disheveled. In just two days, the once-confident CEO had vanished, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell crushed by despair. When the nursing assistant pulled the hospital room door open just a crack from the inside, Tiffany lunged like a drowning person grasping at a final straw.

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

“Tell me something not work-related.” Ainara raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” “Like… are you seeing someone?” Ainara hesitated. “It’s complicated.” Tasha grinned. “That’s the best kind.” They laughed, and for the first time in days, Ainara felt lighter. They talked about college, travel, dream projects, and the weirdest clients they’d ever had. Then Tasha said, “We’re going home the day after tomorrow, right?” “Yup. Project’s on track. We deserve a little shopping.”

She doesn't know why he has brought her here, but he wants her to drink coffee? " Maybe I don't want to. " She says. " Just tell me why we are here already. " " You will see. " He looks out of the window. " Just wait. " It takes another few minutes, but his expectant face soon lights up as someone walks through the front door. It's Allison, tall and model-like. Her suit is so fitted to her beautiful body that it seems to be made from heaven and especially for her. Her glasses are sitting on the bridge of her nose and she looks around the shop before walking towards them. Her phone is in her hand and she keeps typing in it.

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.