A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

One of the more beautiful things about having a wolf is you were never alone anymore. After a few moments I realised that I was no longer alone and as I turned around, I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Seeing her stole the breath from my lungs. She was pure white. White wavy hair flowed to the floor, white brows and lashes frames her blank white eyes. At the same time, she was glowing. It was almost spectral. her long white gown was simple and flowing. even though there was no wind where we were, it seems like her hair and dress were moving like she had her own breeze flowing around her. I didn’t know who or what I was looking at but I couldn’t stop staring at her. I was mesmer

No wonder he was this drop-dead gorgeous, he was a peacock. A white and pink peacock, quite..... a unique breed, Dina suddenly had the urge to talk about life with Zero-one.

But he held back and refrained from reacting on his impulses and those desires and kept his hands to himself. He thought of that amazing snow white hair, it was white all the way down to the scalp, and not the kind of white where it's obvious been bleached. This looked natural, and so soft. That's another thing on his list of things he'd like to touch and see for himself how soft it actually is.

Looking satisfied with her reflection in the mirror, a girl named Grace Elena Michelle smiled. She looked charming in her white wedding dress with an open shoulder, revealing the beautiful shape of her cleavage. A tear on the dress from the calf to the thigh added to her elegance, showcasing her white and smooth skin. As a model born into a conglomerate family, she had naturally black hair, sexy lips, and a sharp nose. She wore rather thick makeup and a body perfume that smelled of Japanese blossom.

Damn. I shake my head rejecting the crazy idea. For heaven’s sake, I hope not. “Enjoying your inner monologue, tesoro?” I flinched at the sudden voice. I didn’t notice she was already here. Her arms crossed in front of her chest, her ample breasts almost popping out from the strain. I stood agape at the image before me. How can she keep getting more beautiful every time she wears something different? She is still wearing her favorite color white. The gown is strapless and has a huge long slit up until her hip. I could see her entire long creamy leg. Her long hair is down in loose waves. She looks… enchanting.

She was radiant and beautiful, her white dress flowing gently in the wind. She was tall and graceful, with long flowing hair that shimmered in the light. Her eyes were the color of the moon, and they seemed to see right through me. Her skin was the color of moonstone, and it glowed with an inner light. She wore a white flowing gown that seemed to be made of moonbeams. As she came closer, I noticed that she had an aura of peace and tranquility around her. She radiated power and grace, and I felt myself drawn to her.

With a pounding heart, I stood to my feet quickly, watching as this person came closer into view. It was a woman with a flowing white dress and long blonde hair with a crown of white flowers around her forehead. She was oddly beautiful in an indescribable way. Her face was flawless, maybe even porcelain. She also had a glow about her that I had never seen in any other being. It was an aura that was so bright that I found it hard to look directly at her. She was barefoot as she walked through the meadow of white flowers; the flowers in the meadow matched her crown.

I muttered through clenched teeth, just so the old bastard would continue. "And lastly," Mr. White told us with a gleam in his eye, "A rare find indeed—a woman from the southern isles. Dark hair, striking green eyes. She's a beauty, untouched and full of potential. Quite the prize, I assure you." Samuel's fists clenched at his sides, his anger barely contained. I could feel the tension rising in the air, a storm brewing within us. "You have been busy" I grinned, my voice low and dangerous. Mr White flinched, sensing the shift in my demeanour. "We will come and check out your 'stock' once I get some information." He swallowed hard, his facade of confidence crumbling.

she said checking some clothes out but this time for herself. "How is this helping me?" I annoyingly adjusted the cloth I had on, looking at myself in the mirror. 'I think I like this' I thought turning around admiring the cloth. The white skirt, even though it contrasted greatly with my skin colour, complimented it as well. The spaghetti strapped pale pink blouse hugged my upper body firmly, exposing my curves. The flowing floral printed jacket completed the look making me look and feel pretty.

I could feel the anger rolling off him in hot waves, but he stayed quiet for now, letting me take this in. I looked at her hair again, and my breath caught in my chest. It wasn’t just white. It wasn’t the dull white of old age or the weak white of someone losing their strength. It glowed faintly, almost alive, like each strand had been spun from silver fire. The glow was soft but impossible to miss, and it caught the light in the room in a way that made it look unreal. Just like mine. My stomach turned upside down.