Tiffany Wolfe Novels & Stories

Her mother told her waving a glass of water in her face. Tiana dropped her hand, grabbed the glass and chugged it down. She wasn’t particularly thirsty but it was necessary if she still wanted her job. Here she was…thinking that she could manage her anger, sadly the reverse was the case. Her wolf was on the brink so she turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Rico’s realised he struck a punch when her fist flew in the air, her family’s loud cries didn’t stop her and he knew it was only with effort that she’d restrained from hitting him.

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?”

She stands at my side making it easier for me to see her properly up close and without Theo. “Hello.” The grin on her face widens as she stretches out her hand for a shake. Her lips which are a bit swollen, probably from all the kissing they’ve been doing which for some reason, unnerves me. It shouldn’t. “I’m Tiffany.” I know. Tiffany Bello is a Nigerian who has stayed in the US all her life. She majors in political science and lives in the dorm with her twin sister, Trinity Bello. They’re twenty and their parents are currently in Nigeria.

Oscar asked, trying to guilt trip her. “Yes, I am. And look here, I can decide not to, but I'm doing this to clear my conscience off any guilt. Thirty minutes or nothing.” Tiffany said with a note of finality. “Okay, then.” Oscar said. “Great, we have a deal.” Tiffany said and walked away. She was about to get to her class when she bumped into Mary. “ You must be feeling like the Queen of the school because you won the competition.” Mary said, sneering at her.

Tiffany was sitting on the bench and flipping through some paperwork when we returned. “Have a good run?” she asked, standing as I jogged up to her. “It wasn’t bad, actually,” I said, praying that the blush on my face would just seem like it came from all of the exertion and not from the feeling of Enzo’s red wolf eyes on me. “Good,” Tiffany replied with a smile, sticking her paperwork in her bag and hoisting the bag onto her shoulder. “I’ve gotta head back to the office. You did good work today. Go get some rest.”

Lola was a temperamental wolf, even more so when provoked, her fierce nature emerging, revealing the true predator beneath the surface. Maya was in the middle of a fierce fight with Tiffany, who had worked at the clinic as a nurse for years. The confrontation had been triggered by a situation involving Tiffany, who had attacked Lola from behind, forcing Maya to intervene to protect her friend. Her sharp claws and bared teeth showed that there was no room for negotiation.

She walked up to the struggling, flailing Waverly, raised her arm, and tugged at her clothes sharply. Scratch! Waverly’s gown was pulled from the top of the back to her waist, exposing her fair waist. Everyone turned to look…only to be met with a startling discovery. Everyone’s eyes widened as they noticed an obvious black mole on Waverly’s back. “This means…” “She is Tiffany Jordan!” “The infamous Princess of Kansas is Tiffany Jordan in disguise?!” Everyone was so shocked that words of utter disbelief rippled across the crowd. “And here I was, feeling bad for her. Who would’ve thought that she’s the infamous Tiffany Jordan!”

Her eyes held the glazed look of someone whose mind had been shattered by prolonged torture. "What did you do to her?" I whispered, horror and rage warring in my chest. Mike couldn't look at the cells. "Kelly wanted to test forced awakening. She theorized that Ghost Wolf powers could be activated early through trauma and chemical stimulation. That girl was brought here six months ago. Unawakened. Kelly put her through the process." "And it destroyed her," I finished, my voice cold enough to freeze blood. "You broke her mind trying to force what should have developed naturally."

Tiffany said bluntly. “I'll give you all the pills you need now , and you have to use everything.” Tiffany said to me. “I have designed some to kickstart in days, so even if you take it now, it'll only work when it should.” “Damn, you're that good?” I asked, and she shrugged. “Why do you think wolves are comfortable with me?” She said, and I chuckled. “This is crazy!” Chloe hissed. “This whole thing is just a madness show! This should not even be acceptable.”

“We’ve just secured a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Wolfe Studios will be sponsoring a live stage adaptation project here at the academy—yes, that Wolfe Studios. As in Adrian Wolfe’s media company.” Gasps and excited murmurs broke out instantly, bouncing from seat to seat like electricity. Elara’s spine stiffened. Her heart gave a strange little skip before thudding too fast. Wolfe Media? Adrian's company? Why would he—?. Mr. Maxwell, oblivious to the internal chaos he’d just ignited in her, kept going. “Their CEO—yes, the famous Adrian Wolfe—is backing the project.