A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

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.

Claire grins at my side as I try to understand the magic behind my beautiful face. My natural beauty wasn’t altered much, just pushed out in a bolder but effeminate look. I feel like it’s my confidence mask as I try on a smirk, now having my eyes unable to resist the downward pull to admire the jaw-dropping chiffon white dress. I have to admit it, white surely is a favorite for me. The exquisite dress glitters from the silver sequins that cover it, and I run my palms down the bodice with a shimmering smile on my face. Tess teases, “You have to admit, we do a better work than most beauticians”.

At the Summit of Leere, a vast expanse of black-and-white gas pervaded the air. At this highest peak, a stunning goddess clad in a snow-white robe sat serenely with crossed legs. Her long hair flowed elegantly, her lips were ruby-red, her features delicate and captivating, untouched by any makeup or embellishment. She appeared as if crafted by nature itself in its purest form. Her beauty was breathtaking, almost forbidding any impure thoughts, while her demeanor outshone even the most divine goddesses.

Every muscle screamed. I rolled onto my back, squinting up at whoever had pulled me from death. The first thing I saw was the hair. Pure white, not gray or silver but white like fresh snow. Then the eyes—arctic blue, the kind of cold that burned. The face was... fuck. Beautiful wasn't the right word. Neither was handsome. It was the kind of face that made you understand why humans used to worship things. Perfect symmetry, sharp angles, skin that looked carved from marble.

I look around in confusion, seeing nothing but white all around me, like being in a vast white hall. As I turn around, I see the white space far ahead of me, part and open to a beautiful meadow bathed in warm light. As I slowly walk towards it, a tall 7’7” figure appears and begins walking towards me. Rich, deep green curls frame her face and flow down her back while piercing liquid silver eyes shine brightly against her deep, ebony skin. As she gets closer, I can better see her features. The roundness of her face, the fullness of her lips, her slim nose, high cheekbones and skin so smooth she looks like a walking filter. Her slim build and hourglass shape are accentuated in a floor – if you

Chapter 77 Ciara's POV Two weeks later…. “It's so big and beautiful. I never knew white wolves existed anymore,” someone said in the distance as I stood there observing everything. In truth the white wolf was gorgeous. It had no spots or speckles of any kind. Pure white fur was it's coat and it glowed even during the day. Was that even possible? And yet it was happening right before my eyes. If only I had a wolf that beautiful…. “Darling, Ciara wake up it's time for breakfast.”

I didn't respond to him, just making sure to avoid the surprise glances from the maids and guards. Finally, we arrived at his room. He made me sit on the bed and opened the box lying on the it. My eyes shone in surprise as he brought out a stunning gown before me. It was a stunning white gown with a sleek, floor-length silhouette and a subtle flare at the hem. The fabric shimmers with delicate glitter and diamond-like crystals, creating a radiant, sparkling effect. A strapless sweetheart neckline enhances the fitted bodice, while a lightly glittered train adds a touch of elegance with every step.