A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

It was Irena. Her skin was a perfect blend of caramel and cream, contributing to her unmatched beauty. Clad in a flowing white dress, she looked like a vision straight from a fairy tale. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her flawlessly sculpted figure. Her long, dark locks cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to the pure white fabric of her dress. She was nothing short of breathtaking, and all who laid eyes on her were instantly captivated by her radiance.

"Pretty girl, your voice is pretty too. Why are you wearing a face veil? Take it off and show me your face?" The Beauty in White chuckled. "My voice is pretty, but not my figure?" "It's pretty too! So pretty, even Scarlett Johansson can't compare to you!" Rowan praised like a pandering dog. "Your face must be even prettier. Can you show me?" The Beauty in White's gaze was gleeful as she looked at Rowan. "You're behaving like a dog now! You want a look? Sure. But I'll let you know first that there's a price to it. I want a finger from you!"

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.

It is such a snowy day like every other day in the Northern state of Zeresein but it is particularly snowy in the glamorous village of whitstone. In this glamorous village, a beautiful young girl lives within it. A girl sixteen years of age, average height, and fit figure. The most incredible thing about this girl is her long flowing white hair. Her hair is as clear as the snow and as bright as the sun. "I would love to eat some of your amazing pottage please" Amber, the girl with the magnificent white hair said talking to her mother who was sewing a dress.

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 light reflects beautifully in your eyes when you look up at the screen. White has always looked so good on you… like an angel. My pretty angel" He's here. He's in this room.

slowly turning around, Lucas saw the most beautiful woman in the universe. For before him was a goddess who was wearing the most seductive yet elegant white dress. She’s breathtaking.