A Gorgeous White Novels & Stories

I gasped again and turned to face the most gorgeous lady I had ever seen in my life. Her hair was white and flowered silkily around her shoulders and down her back. Within her hair, were vines of white roses that blended with the white gown that hugged her form perfectly. The silky fabric of her gown flowed to the ground and spread across the grass, covering her feet. Her porcelain skin was almost glowing under the illuminating rays of the sun. Her features were colorful, and I noticed how flawless she was right away.

Danial turned to find the source of the voice and felt his breath hitch for a moment. The woman standing before them looked as if she had stepped straight out of a winter dream. She was dressed in a flowing bluish-white robe that shimmered like fresh snow under the sunlight. Her hair, the purest shade of white, was tied into a neat bun, with a few loose strands falling gracefully over her shoulders. Her eyes—crystal blue—held an unfathomable depth, as if the vast ocean resided within them. Every inch of her being exuded elegance and a frost-kissed beauty that was almost otherworldly.

This one who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind them was white—a beautiful, shining white so pure she almost seemed to glow in the pale light. Long, snowy-white hair cascaded down over her shoulders in smooth waves, reaching almost to her waist. Her flowing horse’s tail was equally white and silky, as was the shiny coat covering the horse part of her body. From the waist up, her skin was smooth alabaster almost as white as her hair. Her powerful-looking horse half made her slightly taller than Rave.

Deep down, I knew I called this upon myself. I should have known she could pull off a white just as fine as she did with all the black, blues, and reds. God dammit. I knew she was gorgeous. I had known this fact since day one when she walked into my office. But tonight…in that satiny white gown that hugged her curves in the way I was reminded of all the times I got the chance to explore them with my own hands…she looked extravagantly beautiful. Truly so. A pure angel. Her long white hair curled and lifted in a simple up-do. Thin ringlets framed her graceful features in a way I wanted to kiss her. Hold her. Lock her up in a room where no one but I could admire her beautiful self.

It was beautiful, honestly gorgeous in its raw figure despite the wintry weather. “We’re here.” As soon as we stepped foot inside, I could feel the different aura. It made me feel things—things I haven’t felt before. It screams an alluring fragrance, an enthralling scenery with its gold and silver and black and red. As we took a turn by the corner, a woman in her full-on white dress, like a fairy in wonderland, appeared in our sight. Her hazelnut eyes were beautiful. She’s too beautiful and stunning to be human.

Stunning isn’t the word to use. “Beasts can be stunning too,” I scratched beneath his chin, a smirk pulling on my mouth when Nero’s tail moved ever so slightly. “What the hell are you doing showing off for a human?” a woman’s voice snarled from my right. My head snapped towards the voice, and an absolutely stunningly beautiful woman stood with her arms crossed. Her icy white blonde hair hung perfectly straight and down to her waist, a perfect compliment to her porcelain skin. Nero’s head snapped towards her, his sharp, white teeth barred in a snarl.

The rustle of delicate parchment filled the silence. Suddenly, one gown stood out, distracting her from the anger simmering beneath her. The gown was a masterpiece of refined sensuality. The gown featured a sleek, body-hugging silhouette in pure white silk. The corseted bodice molded perfectly to the figure, accentuating every curve without excess. Hand-stitched lace cascaded from the sweetheart neckline and trailed seamlessly into the long, flowing train. It was sophisticated, bold, and undeniably modern. “I want this one, Tita,” Beatrice declared, tapping the image with a manicured finger.

The field of white flowers came into view, and as before, the figure of the beautiful woman was sat in the middle. I walked over and sat down beside her, my eyes completely entranced by her celestial beauty. She turned to look at me and smiled sweetly. A perfectly symmetrical smile with perfectly white teeth. Her pure white eyes were daunting at first but the love she expressed through them was tangible. Her beautifully clear skin looked like it was alight with the shine from a thousand crystals. I don’t know if it is just because she is dazzling to look at, but she seems to glow. “Welcome back, daughter of mine” she sung, her voice like silky chocolate. Sensual and relaxing. She reached out

Her long, jet-black hair cascaded down her slender back, her graceful figure exuding a natural allure. Her snow-white skin was flawless, making her seem like a celestial maiden stepping out of an ancient painting. "She's stunning..." Even Chase, who had faced countless dangers, could not help but gasp softly. His heart pounded wildly. His mind went blank, his body froze, and for the first time in ages, he completely lost focus. At that moment, the lady continued to walk forward with unhurried steps. Her demeanor was calm and composed. She radiated an ethereal presence, exuding an aura so vast and unfathomable that it felt as though she were a divine being descending upon the mortal world.

When Scarlett White looks the most beautiful is undoubtedly the moment she lowers her eyelashes and smiles gently. Fifteen-year-old Scarlett White, in her school uniform, holding a violin, stands on the tree-lined path. Her slender and delicate body, jet-black long hair, and clean skin so fair it seems to have a pearl-like luster in the sunlight, with no visible pores. She looks at him from a distance, shyly and quietly smiling, with shallow dimples on her cheeks.