Fanfiction White Collar Novels & Stories

“Their membership was revoked and they were kicked out. I believe the white witch was enraged that day.” “Did you just say white witch?” Dylan checked. “Yes, that is how the owner is referred to.” “Are you talking about a real witch or something?” “To be honest, I don't know, but what I noticed was that she only wore white clothes and had white hair.” “Is she really that old?” “She appears to be very young; no one knows anything about her. She's a mystery, but she's also the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.” He couldn't believe such a thing existed, but whatever it was, it wouldn't hurt to see for himself.

Mr White tried his best to take it all in , now his tears had stopped flowing, all that remained was just a heavy burden on his chest and the forever guilt he'll live with . Knowing that while he was busy taking over a powerful dynasty , getting married and being celebrated . Noel was fighting for their child and died in the process , he took the folder and put it in his safe to protect the information. “ Thank you so much for your work ” , “ just doing my job sir ” the P.I said . Mr White forced his kind out of the fog that had clouded his thoughts and took out a checkbook writing a hefty sum as payment for the man's good work .

Why the hell would she think that? Elara wasn’t just an ex to Jason. She was a threat. A dangerous one. In Jason’s mind, even Caspian Montgomery didn’t come close to the chaos Elara was capable of. So the idea that he’d want Vanessa, of all people, doing business with her, was insulting. “No,” he said flatly. “He works in banking industry. You’ll hear from him soon.” He didn’t elaborate. He wasn’t about to tell her it was Jamal White, the infamous CEO. Jamal white was the kind of name that echoed in corporate halls and sent boardrooms into quiet panic.

_____ Episode 14 – His Desk The hum of the office air conditioning was a white noise prison. I was buried in the quarterly fiscal reports, columns of numbers blurring into a grey slurry of monotony. My pencil skirt was too tight, my silk blouse sticking to my back under the sterile LED lights. I was Alexandra Vance, Senior Financial Analyst, and I was dying a slow, spreadsheet-induced death. His voice cut through the drone. "Alexandra. My office. Now."

And the questions are just…. “We checked Mr. Cameron Vandriel’s bank account and found suspicious transactions sent from your account for the past few months.” …unexpected… I frown. My fist clenches. My palm sweats. Where are they getting at? This doesn’t feel right. The direction of this conversation doesn’t feel right at all. “What is the most puzzling to us is Mr. Vandriel’s life insurance policy names you, Miss Sienna White, as the beneficiary….” Eyes open wide, Cameron does what? What life insurance? What! What is this? Suddenly, I feel nauseated. I know full well where is the tide of conversation is leading me.

--Weird is suddenly the new cool and smart is now the new sexy.-- Snow's POV. Shawn, Anna and I briskly walked down the spacious hallway till we got passed rows and rows of private offices housing more than one occupants already tapping away on the laptops before while some were briskly scribbling away on large files. Each one of the offices has adjourning smaller offices attached to the bigger and spacious ones, the bigger ones are obviously the under bosses offices while the smaller ones were obviously the assistant's/ secretary's offices, the place sure look neatly arranged and very glamorous with a capital letter G.

"Yeah, the Boss is involved with some real fancy lady from Wyoming.' Ana's voice floated as she moved closer. 'Then looks like we'll be catering to another of his whores.' she said snarkily and I winced. White's voice moved towards the door, and I dully understood that he would see me if he opened the door. As I stepped back into the shadows, I heard him give a harsh laugh as he said, 'It would suit a mob boss like him to hitch up with such a respectable, wealthy woman like that, not some silly kid who thinks he is in love with her..."

Elliot: “They’re important people now, unlike you slackers with nothing better to do.” Miles: “Excuse you, who’s slacking? I have a legit job, thank you very much.” Adora scrolled through the group chat, about to drop in a message, when a new one popped up first—from White-Coat Deity. White-Coat Deity: “Work’s been hectic lately, and I’ve had some personal matters to handle. Haven’t had time to log on.” Mason: “Personal matters? Don’t tell me… you’re dating?”

Then another. The temperature in the room dropped. By the third article, I was no longer reading. I was calculating. “Interesting.” Adrian sighed. That wasn’t a good sign. “That’s your reaction?” “No.” I set the tablet down carefully. “That’s the reaction before my actual reaction.” The article headlines were pathetic. Predictable and cruel. IS MILLY WHITMORE REALLY LAURENT MATERIAL? FROM DIVORCED HOUSEWIFE TO BILLIONAIRE BRIDE CAN DECLAN LAURENT DO BETTER?

Until his thumb brushed once lightly across her knuckles. Deliberate. Emma shot him a look. Rowan didn’t even pretend innocence. “Focus,” she muttered quietly. “That’s proving difficult today.” Her stomach flipped violently. This man was going to ruin her professionally. ***** Whitmore Industries occupied the upper floors of a towering glass building overlooking the city skyline. Everything about it screamed power. Quiet power. Old money. Calculated influence. Emma stepped into the boardroom beside Rowan, immediately slipping back into business mode. Or attempting to.