Tiffany Wolfe Novels & Stories

“And I, Cato Loren, pledge my allegiance to the Stella pack and oath to use this power to help its people thrive and prosper. To stand by my side, I elect Elias Smith as my Beta and introduce Jessica Michaels as my Luna.” The sun grew brighter. Dad squeezed my hands as an ecstatic warmth rushed through us. It filled my veins and seized my muscles. My vision filled with a bright white light, as I felt like my feet had come off the ground. We could have been floating miles in the air, but my Dad still gripped me. He didn’t let go until the light faded and my vision cleared. Every wolf in the clearing kneeled. The men, women, old and young. Each one of them bowed their heads.

My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell. My nostrils flare, taking in the most exotic, tempting scent I have ever come across. The smell of fresh grass mix with vanilla is coming from far away. That person is definitely a newbie or fresher. Let me shift! Dakota again scratches in my head. He swings his tail rapidly, hitting my brain’s walls. This stupid wolf! No animal p**n for him. I’m going to block that national geographic channel. I don’t know what he is learning from it.

The rain was tapping on the window like it was trying to put on a show. Thunder rumbled in the distance, sounding like a grumpy old man who was too nosy for his own good. Tiffany was sitting on her couch with her legs crossed, her satin bonnet forgotten, and her afro was big and free, just like her words. She wore her favorite baggy "Howard Alumni" sweatshirt, which had a small bleach spot that she liked to think made it unique, along with some mismatched fuzzy socks.

“Your kind took me captive much like you did this girl. I had no choice in the matter.” My brow rose at this news. “Is this true, Vivienne?” “We needed a witch to keep the spell going…” my sister tried to explain. I was perhaps losing half my mind because I looked at Corrine and without a hint of a joke on my face, I said, “You’re free to go anytime you please, witch. No one will stop you. You have my word.” “Derek…” Vivienne gasped. “We can’t…”

the woman behind Lia said. That she had. Jamie Volka's presentation on her first release, Wolf, had been fascinating. Lia had so many questions she wanted to ask the woman, but not here, not in front of a crowd. The kind of questions she had needed to be asked in private. It was important to arrange to get Jamie alone. She hoped when it was her turn at the signing table, she'd find the best way to bring up her lunch invitation. Oh, right. Like she's going to accept an invitation from a total stranger. Idiot.

“Tiffany is the simplest and kindest person I have ever met. She has already told me exactly what happened between her and Charlotte Simmons. No matter how magnanimous she has been to Charlotte, that wicked woman never let go of any opportunity that she could get to hurt her. As for you? Not only did you not beat some sense into your unruly wife, but you’re even helping her with all these evil deeds!” Charlotte pouted her lips unhappily. It seemed that Tiffany had not only deceived Bryson, but even Miranda was no exception. In fact, both Bryson and Miranda were considered to be people of very high intellect quotient, and even they were deeply enchanted by Tiffany. This just showed how magnif

"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.

"No, I didn't. I have to prepare your waffles. You want some extra ice cream?” "Give me a scoop." Then suddenly Tiffany's expression became serious again. “You have to open yourself up to those.” "I'm fine, Tiffany. I'm busy with my restaurant." She kept her focus on the waffle. She looked at the waffles on three different plates, then she chopped the berries she prepared into the bowl. She sprinkled the berries randomly on top of the warm waffle which looked tempting. She would hang on as long as possible on her waffle to avoid Tiffany.

Tiffany bit her lip "You probably won't believe me about what I'm about to say" "Or maybe I will, I believe you even when you say you met a flying pig somewhere when you were five Tiff. I believed it when your parents laughed at you" "Don't make me remember such embarrassing things!" Tiffany is upset "Okay now tell me what is Lusevell, we will keep this a secret together" "It's a place for Immortals" Tiffany said "Violet and Isa my sister is a werewolf!" For a moment Ayana's eyes widened like marbles "wow. You finally found out?"

’ the nerve of this girl. Reaching the bottom steps, I could hear Tiffany trying to give directions and Olivia cutting her off. “What the hell do you think your doing Tiffany?” “I’m going to be the future Luna of this pack. It’s time these people learn to respect me” “HAHAHAHA! You’re lying right? Ain’t no way in hell Jaxxon would ever choose a skank for his Luna. He has a taste for fine wine, not damaged box wine.” “You bitch. You dare disrespect me, your Luna!” You can hear the tone in Tiffany’s voice trying to entice authority. But she is a weaker wolf then Olivia. No doubt my sister could kick her a few rounds. She might be spoiled rotten but she definitely is a skilled fighter.