A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

"You fools! What are you all looking up there?!! I'm over here!!!"' Looking for the source of the voice, the group soon found out that an adorable fluffy white bird was standing in the middle of the cavern. It looks so pure and innocent, like a white lily. It's cute little head was tilted sideward looking at the same direction were the group was currently looking. It looks like a snowball from afar, and when it look back at the group they were mesmerized by how beautiful its eyes were. The adorable white creature has the most beautiful eyes that they could have ever see. It has the color of electric blue; the color of a newly bloomed bluebell from the valley, so enchanting. They were like th

Fiona looks absolutely stunning. Her dress is a masterpiece of simplicity and sophistication, far from anything elaborate. A flowing silhouette of pure white, it accentuates her graceful figure without overshadowing her natural beauty. The fabric drapes elegantly, and a subtle shimmer adds a touch of ethereal charm. A delicate flower crown entwines with her dark hair, creating a soft halo. She looks like my own personal angel.

After all the hustle and bustle that turned hands into curls, legs into twigs, and faces into creepy faces, we were finally able to finish the festival preparations well. "Are you sure I look good? I think it looks like I'm overdoing it." A living masterpiece presented itself in a luxurious and beautiful white dress with dazzling gold accents. A dress that danced gently, hugging the body perfectly like a gracefully flowing stream. The lustrous fabric dances with every gust of wind, creating a series of captivating movements like leaves in the moonlight. A soft yet alluring touch. The lips are given a soft color that exudes tenderness as if calling out to be kissed. The eyes, embroidered in g

Sam was lost for words when his mate's tears fell away. His mate skin is white. No, they were definitely white, whiter than pure snow. His hair shone so brightly he could barely look at it but could not force himself to look away. He thought Ash had been beautiful with the dark hair but he was... absolute, stunning perfection with the bright white hair. He couldn't help but reach out and wrap one of hid ringlets around his finger, wanting to know if it felt like hair or metal or ice. Now his eyebrows made sense. "Beautiful" he murmured, staring into Ash eyes.

The ribbon completely came off and I opened my eyes, only for my mouth to fall open in a silent gasp. It was a glistening, slick and exotic luxury car with an ethereal white coat with silver undertones. The winged doors were high up and open, flaunting the spotless silver leather interior. It was motherfucking beautiful.

The heels were just the right height—not toweringly tall, but not too short either—a perfect balance that promised both grace and comfort. The surface of the shoes shimmered under the soft lights, catching every glint and reflecting it back with a subtle brilliance. The white hue was pristine, like freshly fallen snow on a winter morning, adding a pristine quality to the shoes. Each step would surely leave a trail of enchantment, with the tiny sparkles embedded in the material twinkling with every movement.

She's me, how can Hazel be standing by her? A beautiful women in a long white dress stands before me. Her long dark hair flows softly down her petite body, halfway past down her butt. Her fair brown skin glows, her beautiful eyes look like amber stones lit by the moon light. Her cheeks have a natural rosier tone, and her lips a plump pink that looks so naturally beautiful on her. Hazel, as beautiful as ever. Her fur soft and silky, shinning bright. Her white star shape gleams in her fur by her neck.

I nodded at my great achievement… Suddenly my eyes landed on the most gorgeous woman in the room. Red hair, round face, piercing black eyes, full lips, high cheekbones, perfect tanned skin, and the perfect hourglass figure. Lisa White, the epitome of the hottest woman in the pack and I was the lucky bastard who courted her as you humans call it. "Pudding," she made a beeline for me, jumped on me, locked her legs behind my back, and then kissed me on the lips with passion while I held on to her toned ass. Not too big and not too small... Just perfect.

I watched her with an icy gaze, then let out a laugh. "Betty, you're really something." "What's that supposed to mean?!" she snapped, her voice hitting a higher note. I lifted my hand slowly, a faint glow gathering at my fingertips, and gently pressed it to Joseph's brow. "Ah!" Joseph's scream was bloodcurdling as he crumpled to the floor. Before our eyes, his skin started to rot, his once charming face then creased with wrinkles, his hair falling out by the handful. In mere seconds, he transformed from a vibrant young man to a gasping old man.

Despite the hundred protests of stylists, he refused to let her go and shut them up with a glare. On the other hand, draped in the ethereal elegance of a white bride gown, she emerged as the embodiment of timeless beauty. The off-shoulder silhouette gracefully showcased her delicate collarbones, adding a touch of subtle allure to the ensemble. The gown, a canvas of pristine white, became a masterpiece with intricate embroidery that wove a story of love and commitment into the fabric.