Fanfiction White Collar Novels & Stories

I requested her and looked away. "Oh Cici, you're no fun." She huffed and dialed Nick's number. "Cici, is it true? Did the jerk order to get the penthouse suite ready for the new boss when it was already occupied?" narrowing her eyes she asked me. "Yes, he did." I sighed and said. "What a jerk!" Kim exclaimed. "And who is this person you are calling a jerk, I hope it's not me." a voice said from behind me. A voice you can never forget.

White sneered at her, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So what? What's wrong with men gallivanting and carousing? Just because of some tabloid news, you want to call off the engagement with him? Do you think marriage is a child's play?" "But there have been ten tabloid news about him this month!" Flora White grabbed the newspaper lying on the table, the one with a picture of her so-called fiancé kissing another woman on the street, and threw it at Mrs. White. Why was she so unlucky? Not only did she end up with such a foolish fiancé, but he was also a notorious womanizer. "You need to understand, you're marrying into the Smith Family, not Joshua!" Mrs. White coldly finished speaking, stood up

I replied firmly into Hank's mind with a nod which let him know to get the pack members I had outside moving on releasing these girls, and quickly. "So gentleman, how can I help you today?" Mr White asked nervously as he sauntered over to his desk, exuding a repugnant confidence. He gestured for us to sit, but I remained standing, my disgust barely contained. The room's stench was almost unbearable—a mix of stale cigar smoke, sweat, and a sickly sweet cologne that did little to mask the underlying odour of human suffering. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said with a smirk when no one answered while he leaned back in his plush leather chair. His oily demeanour was that of a man who believed

He jumped out of bed in his striped pajamas, and his wife threw herself on the floor, where she choked on her jewelry. “Stupid old woman, she swallowed the jewels because she thought this was a robbery. It's time for someone to stick his finger in her throat so she doesn't choke. As for you, Mr. White, I would like to know what I was supposed to tell my boss's wife, Mrs. Ximena.” “What I found out is that she is the wife of Doctor D; therefore, I am going to resign of my own free will so that nothing bad happens to me or my family.”

“Feels that way. Unfairly prosecuted. Let me see. What is it?” “Pack Mate. Social Media for shifters.” Magnus rolled his eyes before I could comment. “It’s not what you think.” “Enlighten me.” “Someone from our pack posted that a white wolf was in Quantico.” “Who?” “Hacker knows. Cyrus is dealing with it now.” “Do you know?” “I do. The trail is easy once you know where to look.” “So a single post prompted another pack to try and kidnap me?”

“Can't you see I used you? I mean, why should I be with you when you gave me nothing in this relationship? I mean, you don't even let me have sex with you.” “Why do you lie to me? I loved you so much. Why?”. “As I said, I just wanted to use you, but I didn't get what I wanted. It was unfortunate that my wife saw the chats. I wanted to sleep with you before I dumped you.” “So you were after my body this whole time?”. “What about my mother's books? I gave those songs to you because I thought you were in love with me and you made Sophia write it. Tell me, is anyone threatening you? Are you in danger?

Is that so wrong? I'm not talking about human traffickers or drug dealers or even those who deal in illegal weapons. I am talking about somebody like my husband, who does white collar crime that cannot hurt anybody unless they hurt his family. He is and gentleman in my eyes, and he has saved many people from traffic. Trafficking, drug dealing and weapons that should not belong on the street. I love Dante for what he's doing. I'm lying here in bed thinking about all these things when the pain starts to hit me. I do not know if it is a false alarm, but I do know that I will have to wake up that day because I may go into labour.

****************** The shower runs hotter than it should, but I don’t turn it down, standing under the water longer than necessary as if it might wash something away guilt, memory, the echo of Julian’s voice but nothing changes, and by the time I step out, my reflection looks exactly as it always does: composed, polished, controlled. Only it doesn’t feel like me. When I walk back into the room, Damien is watching the news, and this time, he doesn’t turn it off when I enter, which irritates me more than it should, because the headlines flash across the screen in bold, unforgiving text Julian’s name everywhere, his face, his downfall reduced to clean, dramatic phrases. Denied bail. Flight risk

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so

Just raw, filthy use. I signed it with a steady hand because I’m Bianca fucking Voss, and I don’t lose. I’m a seductress. I’ve always been the one who makes men beg. This time I’d make them pay with every thrust, every drop of cum they pumped into me. By the end of the month, they’d be addicted to their little cousin’s holes, and I’d walk away richer than all of them combined. At least that’s what I told myself as I stepped into the private elevator of their downtown penthouse building.