A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

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.

I'm full with the joy of spending this weekend with this beautiful and wonderful people over here. What matters is that we all are together at last.we are " CRAZY BEAUTIFUL US"

Her skin is white as porcelain, almost translucent, accentuating the dark colour of her eyes. Currently, Orizon is experiencing a grip of winter, chilling even the stoutest of hearts. Our landscapes haee transformed into a wintry wonderland, where snow blankets the earth in a pristine white cloak, and frost paints delicate patterns on every surface. Her, in this white dress and pale skin, it is easy to call her snow white, she is a princess after all.

I have been keeping a watchful eye on this woman for the past week, and I could say that I could not stand another day seeing her in the same predicament she had put herself into. Her name is Georgina White, and she was a famous ramp model for a clothing brand. I have watched her glimmer while making her signature strides followed by her magical swirls as her long and silky hair gracefully followed along with every movement. And I could say that she was a very rich, powerful, and indeed, a beautiful woman.

Maybe it was instinct, but the moment my eyes reached the top, my breath hitched. There she stood. Fūcking beautiful and perfect like no one I have ever met. Tall, olive-skinned queen with beautiful brunette hair styled to the side. She wore a long white fitted dress with a high as fūck slit and a plunged neckline that made my hold around my glass of whiskey tighten. She looked like a fūcking angel. My angel.

They were neatly dressed, their hair perfectly pinned up, professional expressions fixed on their faces. “Good afternoon, Miss. We are from the boutique appointed by Mr. Alexandro.” I gave a small nod and let them in. The suitcase was opened on a low table near the window. Shimmering white fabric was lifted carefully. The gown was beautiful, even too beautiful for me. The silhouette was classic, the bodice filled with delicate lace details, the long skirt falling in soft, layered fullness. Its color was pure white, almost dazzling under the room’s light. “Please, Miss,” the older woman said with a faint smile. “We will assist you.”

I questioned myself as I simply admired everything. Then I turned—and my breath turned to ash in my throat. A woman stood there. She was… beyond beauty. Beauty was too small, too fragile a word to contain what she was. Her skin was pale—not the sickly pallor of death, but the radiant glow of moonlight woven into flesh. It shimmered faintly, like liquid silver flowing beneath the surface. Her hair cascaded down her back, long and weightless, strands shifting between shades of pure white and faint hues of starlight, as though galaxies lived within them.

Two nights later, Felise and I walked nervously towards the pack who were gathering around a roaring bonfire in the forest clearing. She wears a white long gown as part of the ritual. The white long gown exudes an elegant and timeless beauty. Its long and flowing dress accentuates her silhouette, highlighting her curves and grace. And the purity and simplicity of the white fabric enhance her natural beauty, creating a sense of femininity and sophistication. The rays of the moon's reflection on the fabric create a soft glow, accentuating the radiance of her skin and adding to her ethereal presence.

As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black. Her skin was so fair and pale that if given the chance, one could mistake her for a vampire. Even at night, her eyes sparkled like stars in the night sky, blue like the sky and the water of the blue seas. Her hair was extremely long; he had never seen such hair before. Her hair appeared to be almost touching her calves. It was very white and sparkling, as if it contained diamonds. They started walking towards him, and he just moved a little to clear the way; just by looking at the bodyguards' faces, he could tell they weren't the type to mess with.