Tiffany Wolfe Novels & Stories

I stood frozen on the ridge, my heart a trapped bird hammering against my ribs, watching the impossible geometry of his movement. Beside him, Eleanor Wolfe stood as a pillar of ancient, terrifying composure. Her silver hair was untouched by the desert grit, and the leather-bound book in her hands—the Wolfe Ledger of Intent—looked like a heavy, dark anchor. She wasn't a ghost; she was the architect who had never left the room. "Stop, Grace," Julian whispered, his hand catching my shoulder. "Look at his shadow."

Why would he partner with a company that was responsible for the deaths of people? I sighed. Rich people's problems. I clicked the search bar and typed ‘Ethan Wolfe’s children’ The only thing that popped up was in writing. No photos. Ethan Wolfe and his late wife Emma Marie Wolfe had two children before her passing in 2015. August Wolfe. And Elena Wolfe. So August had a sister. And his mum was dead. There was no picture. Not public sightings. Nothing. Why was he so mysterious? I could not shake this feeling of someone’s eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ Greetings from the Olympia's Cup, Ruby Fridays. You are cordially invited to join, "The Archer's League," a training group, within the premises of Rozbite Lustro Academy. This is an exclusive group spearheaded by Killian Wilde, a student of the house & honor of Wanderlusters. The members are carefully chosen regardless of honors or houses, and regardless where you came from. The Headmistress noticed your skill with the bow and arrow, within your acts outside the school bounds, and wishes to give you the opportunity to represent your house as the head archer in the upcoming tournament.

She beamed. “Im going to need a thousand word essay by Friday on the origin of the Lunar wolf Amira. Anyone else care to try?” Miss Evens asked. Tiffany the class know it all who hated me literally just for existing quickly raised her hand “Technically….” She smirked. “… Thea doesn’t have any powers Selova does.” “I’ll be expecting a thousand word essay from you as well Tiffany on the bond between the human and wolf sides and how their power draws from each other. Anyone else care to write me an essay?” She said with a hmm.

“0You have no idea what you’re talking about. I earned that pitch with my research, my data, my presentation. Not by spreading my legs for anyone. And Dante? He’s been nothing but professional. Unlike you, throwing accusations around like cheap gossip because you can’t stand that someone else succeeded.” Tiffany’s eyes narrow, her lips curling into a sneer as she steps closer, the scent of her heavy perfume cloying in the small space. “Please. Everyone saw the photos. You, draped all over your husbands uncle like a desperate little trophy. Real classy, Amelia. Sleeping your way up the family tree now? How does it feel knowing the only reason you’re here is because you open your legs for the

“In return, may I know your full name?” I pursed my lips. “Barbara.” Justin waved his hand in front of my face. “That's only the first name. Incomplete!” I hold back the feeling of wanting to scratch his face. I said with teeth bluffing, “Barbara Alexander.” Someone cleared his throat. I lowered my arms and turned around. The wolf boy who was still grinning looked at me. His gaze fell towards Justin. “Get a date, Bro?” Justin snorted. I stared at the wolf-shifter boy with a disgusted expression.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

"Phoenix, remember when you brought Spike back to us? I need to know how you did it. It's really important." She blinked, her tiny brows knitting together in thought. "Well, I was just playing, and I felt really lonely. I wanted a friend, someone nice to be with us. I found a picture of Spike, and I remembered you said he was nice. So, I thought about him really hard, and then he was just here." Her simple explanation pierced my heart with a mixture of awe and sorrow. The pure innocence of her intentions was both touching and frightening. "So, you didn't use any spell or anything?"

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

By evening, she was twitching so much that any sound of notification made her excited, dousing her with a hot wave. “I'm not happy anymore that I gave it to you. Ar snatched the device from his hands. - Please don't take it. Lily jumped up from the couch. - I'll give it back in the morning, otherwise you'll be twitching. Everything you asked for is here. The werewolf placed a box and a paper bag on the table. - The tablet is not yours, but they said they would like it. Lie down without me, I will come at night. Laconically and clearly, as in the army.