A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

I had to get to her. I ran through the crowd of people as they shouted out how beautiful she was. Once I reached her I was stopped in place. She truly was beautiful. She was the most beautiful she-wolf I had ever seen. Her fur was the purest white. Her eyes were ice blue. Her fur let off a glow that reminded me of the northern lights. She was magnificent. I could feel Jace jumping around, lusting for her.

I lean on the gate and smile seeing them together. The foal is feeding and now that it is clean its colourings are visible. The shocking thing is that it is white, not the white that we are used to which is recorded as grey. But pure white, all over and I cannot drag my eyes away from its beauty. “Wow Misty, your baby is beautiful, congratulations on a successful birth.”

Just gone, like smoke dissolving into the air. He turned, and my breath stopped. His face was… beautiful. That word felt too small, too weak. His beauty was sharp, almost violent, like looking at sunlight until it burned your eyes. His long hair tumbled down over his shoulders, white as snow, glowing faintly as if the moonlight belonged to him. His eyes, golden and strange, glowed softly in the dark, like molten light staring out of him. I couldn’t look away even though I knew I should.

For white is the tint that embodies her pristine innocence ••• Her nervous fingers were tracing the hem of the shiny and fluffy white dress adorned with detailed work of laces. Given any other circumstances, she would be the happiest to be clothed in such a beautiful art of a dress but today is impenetrable in an adverse way.

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

He believes the color suits his personality well. He drifted the car towards the huge copper gate leading to the White residences. A few couple of minutes after he arrived at the said house, Adeline White came out of the house. She looks elegantly stunning with her shining white evening gown that emphasized her splendid curves and a bit of exposed cleavage, and her long, blonde wavy hair was done neatly into a braided bun, showing off the sexiness of her neck. “I’d bet you’ve spent too much time getting yourself pretty when we are just there to keep everything in order. Tsk!” The young man muttered when the lady entered the car.

ZEUS- She looked like a fairytale princess in her white dress, adorned with the intricate embroidery, sparkling beading, and delicate lace. The skirt of her dress swirls gracefully around her, and the veil gives her an air of mystery and romance. Her beauty radiates from her in a way that is both captivating and enchanting. She stands gracefully in the gown, her hair elegantly styled, her face glowing with excitement and joy. Her amber eyes sparkle with anticipation and her lips curve into a blissful smile. Aurora is the embodiment of beauty, a beauty that stirred something inside of me.

Something is shining. I look to the right, and out of the corner of my vision, I see an elegant woman dressed in white. Her hair floats around her like a cloud, tall and wide, and the brightest shade of yellow I have ever seen, like a sunflower. Her skin is a dark bronze, smooth as if polished, and her full belly is round and ripe like the full moon, draped in white that flows and trails around her. It was on my way down the stairs that I saw her. She is wearing all white, the fabric trailing around her full belly as she moves, entranced, her eyes open but unfocused. "Hello?" I call out to her. She does not turn, she does not respond. She simply keeps moving.

Isabella moved gracefully, as if walking on a trail of celestial music, like stepping on clouds from the horizon. Her pure white gown highlighted her graceful figure, and the V-neckline exposed her elegant, elongated swan-like neck. Her jet-black hair, smooth as satin, cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders. She was so elegant, her skin as pristine as an ice sculpture, with makeup that perfectly complemented her ethereal beauty. She seemed like a fairy from a snow kingdom, as pure as crystal, as flawless as snowflakes, radiating an otherworldly freshness. Her white gown, without any patterns or extravagant decorations, flowed softly from her shoulders to her ankles, exuding an otherwor

— Then it's done, she will go, I don't want to either, but she wants to. Gabriel said. Alicia saw Gabriel's hand and took it. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't push it away. He stared at Alicia and they kept that gaze without either of them saying anything. Later, Gabriel took his hand away, turned back. Alicia saw where he had turned. He saw a really beautiful woman. Dark hair reached her shoulders; beautiful, spectacular makeup, she was coming towards them. —Love, are you done? The woman asked. Alicia raised her gaze to that woman; she challenged her with her gaze. Alicia was intimidated and lowered her gaze immediately.