Erotic Snow White Novels & Stories

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

I wiped my tears away and straightened my back, forcing myself to look composed. “So, I’ll leave you in the past, too.” Then, I turned and walked away. As I passed the largest painting in the gallery, I paused. Its title was ‘Rebirth.’ In the painting, a girl ran freely under the sunlight, her back turned to the viewer, and the girl was Jane. However, in the lower right corner, almost hidden, was a small cluster of white flowers. They were lilies. Ethan once told me I was the only flower in his barren life. Now, those flowers had become nothing more than roadside decoration—something to be trampled without a second thought.

However, the truth was, my name had been cleared. I took care of everything and sold the old house, ready to leave it all behind. Hank sent word he wanted to meet, but I did not want to see him. Outside, the snowmen stood like silent guests waiting for a wedding that would never happen. Nancy, with hands purple from the cold, drew a smile on a snowman's face. She smiled at me, just a little. She looked the same as always, but she seemed really tired. When I opened the door, she ran right into my arms.

Luis noticed the coy glint in my eyes and went in for the kill, his lips claiming mine with a victorious hunger. His tongue danced a wild tango with mine, savoring the sweetness of my breath. His hands roamed with purpose, sneaking beneath my blouse to tease the curves of my chest, each pinch sending shivers down my spine. I was spellbound, my head thrown back, moans escaping my lips in soft waves. "Mmm... Please, not like this..." As Luis's grip tightened, my willpower crumbled like a sandcastle at high tide. He saw me weaken, a devilish grin spreading across his face as he pulled me closer.

The Lombartti family will cease to exist in this world. Thomas and I were at this bar on the east side of town, and I was looking at this beautiful woman. Good Lord, she was beautiful. She had waist-length curly kinky hair, caramel skin, legs that went for days, and a face that I knew if she smiled, it would light the whole room. I don’t know what came over me, but I stood up and started to press my drink into Thomas’ chest. “ Sir? Sir? Where are you-” His voice faded as I walked further and further away from him. I walked up to the chair and I could smell her. She smelled like Shea Butter and ocean waters, like she had bathed in a candle and lotioned up with Shea Butter.

“A… snow wolf?” I looked down at myself, my paws, my reflection in a shard of glass near Rowan’s fallen body, and a beautiful white wolf stared back, glowing faintly. Darius stepped toward me slowly, like approaching something holy. “Kiara…”His voice sounded fragile, almost reverent. “ you’re… stunning.” His eyes shone, in shock, awe, relief, and almost grief, like a storm of everything he couldn’t say. I walked toward him, and he reached out a trembling hand and touched my muzzle. His fingers shook.