Novel & Cerita Gangster Snow White

William Taking refuge in the White Claw Pack was not what I thought would happen. It had surprised the hell out of me because it was a decision I didn't see coming and that was somewhat surprising, knowing my father. However, there were times when he was very unpredictable and this had been one of them. “Are you okay?” asked Snow from the bed. I looked up at her and smiled as the sun hit her face directly, but she still didn't turn around so she could look me in the face. She looked beautiful with her hair tousled and my mark on her shoulder.

"I am not staying here long. You know that." He suddenly looked tired, almost drained. "What do you need to know again?" The look of resignation didn't fit any Alpha so I cast my eyes to the floor as I spoke. "What else can you tell me about them?" Emerett sighed. "The second group of rogues call themselves White ice." My brows furrowed. "White ice? That sounds oddly specific." Emerett laughed. "That is because it is." "They call themselves White Ice because their leader had white hair. His hair rivals the color of fresh snow and as if that wasn't enough, his wolf is a pure white wolf."

Hence, he wanted to slap Snow to death in that instant. However, he was stopped by Alex. “Old Xenos, hold your horses. She’s no longer Mrs. Zimmer, Snow Whitney. Snow Whitney is already dead. He’s now a man called Jayden Fleming.” “A man?” Grant looked at Jayden in shock. It was a woman no matter how he looked! Moreover, he had seen Snow’s appearance without clothes when she bathed. She could not be a man for sure. “This matter is complicated to be explained. Now, you just need to know that he’s our own people!” Alex did not even deign to explain it again.

Fear seized her. Had he killed Marshall and Oscar because of her disobedience? “D-Did you... kill Oscar and M-Marshall?” she asked, her voice trembling. Demetri paused, his eyes resting on her. Snow’s hands grew cold and sweaty. She couldn’t stop the fear from rising within her. After all, Demetri was known as a ruthless mafia boss, so killing without hesitation had always been part of his world. Snow flinched and instinctively stepped back when Demetri placed his large hand gently on her shoulder. He surely felt her fear. He sighed heavily before she looked up at him again.

My teeth are chattering even though I’m not cold. Then I see him. Liam. He’s standing at the far end of the clearing, near the tree line, silhouetted by headlights behind him. His hands are at his sides, a gun in one hand and a knife in another. My eyes trail lower and I see him. My torturer, the man who tormented me for hours. Trevor is kneeling in front of Liam. His body is oozing blood. I can see it gushing from his sides

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

“Your assistant kept causing trouble for the lab. I brought it up with you several times, and you never cared. “So I installed a tiny battery-powered camera at the lab entrance. “I should thank Elliot. If he had not caused problems so often, I never would have ended up with evidence this solid.” After Griffin understood the whole story, his face darkened completely. He pointed at Jessica and exploded. “Ms. Shaw, you have disappointed me. “You ruined a deal worth tens of millions over childish nonsense like this.” At that point, Griffin actually laughed from anger. “I thought your company would become a rising star in the pharmaceutical industry. Now…” Jessica shook her head frantically. “No,

The wind howled through the narrow, snow-choked streets of Snowridge, as if warning anyone who dared to venture out into the deadly storm. Asha Frostheart, her face partially hidden beneath a fur-lined cloak, moved swiftly through the thick snowfall, her white wolf companion, Ghost, at her side. The blizzard's icy bite pierced through her layers of clothing, but her focus remained unbroken.

He had finally found Snowflake but not in the condition he wanted to find her in. Her snow-white fur was now dark red, drenched in blood as she laid lifeless in the box. He could see a bullet hole pierced in her skull and there was a folded piece of paper too. Damon reached his hand inside and grabbed it with his fingers to read it. But other than a black smiling graphic skeleton head that the Russian mob boss was rumoured to always have on his face, there was nothing written on the card.

As I was about to unleash all my rage Vycer turned me to face him. “It's true, my darling,” I rolled my eyes at his continued use of a pet name. Just then he lifted his shirt. Three long scars ran diagonally from his collarbone to his hip. I extended my hand to touch them. Something in me wanted to comfort him. I recoiled my fingers and I searched his gaze for his reason to show me this. “These were a gift from your parents. They kept me locked in the very depths of this castle. All of my kind were hunted. Trapped. Tortured. All so your family could attempt to unlock the secrets to everlasting life.”