Gangster Snow White Novels & Stories

So The Seven Wolves must also use the same method. "So we're working with the cops now?" asked James sarcastically while folding his legs and sitting on the sofa with a cold appearance and a black suit. The cop he was referring to was Jose Gonzales. One of the NYPD's anti-gangster units. He grinned when he saw James Belgenza. He knows precisely who the gangster leader Daga Nero is. "My old friend Alan Harrison asked me to investigate Mr. King," he said, glancing at Mars beside him. James snorted sarcastically and glanced at Shawn, who raised an eyebrow with his cynical smirk.

Right on cue, the door opened. Maddison walked in first. She looked beautiful in a way that felt almost fragile. Her pale gold dress hugged her slender frame, and her hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders. But something in her expression was... off. Her smile arrived a half-second too late, as though it had to be assembled before appearing. Behind her came Eric Snow. Snow was exactly the kind of man who had survived decades in organized crime without ever being charged for it. His silver hair was pushed back, his suit simple but expensive.

No sign of the person who caught me when I fell. Only coldness. Detached. Cruel. Then his lips tilted slightly. Not a smile. Something worse. Amusement. The blonde glanced toward him with a smirk. “See? Even Mr. Dravik thinks this is entertaining.” My stomach dropped. Khaelon leaned lazily against the doorway, shoving one hand into his pocket. “She’s got a mouth on her,” he said casually. The brunette laughed nervously. “Right? The scholarship girl suddenly thinks she’s important.”

But the moment I looked up, I froze completely at the reflection in the mirror. The bizarre wolf ears from last night were gone, and my eyes had returned to their original black. However, my hair... all of my previously black hair had permanently turned a stark, snowy white. Not only that, it had abruptly grown a significant amount—thick, voluminous, and flaring out with a wild, untamed nature.

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

The four gangsters looked at each other as if something was planned, and he didn't make a mistake when they suddenly released katanas. But before they could steer the weapons, Zach's companion already shot them. They were using a silencer gun so the gunfire could not be heard. "Hah! You think you can handle me, huh? And you're going to rub my handsome face with your dirty hands?" The arrogant Zach said, even though they are still in a dangerous situation. Zach motioned to his companions and they slowly entered the Battle Underground. And he entered with a smile when he saw that the gangsters inside were startled when they saw them.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Looking at 'Snow', my only companion lying on the sofa, I whispered, "I'm coming, baby; I have to see what he wants today." ​I adjusted my dress and hurried downstairs. These Quebec nights are bone-chillingly cold, but inside me, heat flowed like lava. As I pushed the heavy door of the large apartment building and stepped onto the pavement, a white blanket of snowfall had covered the streets. The crunching sound of ice breaking under my thin heels created a strange sense of panic. ​The dark tint of the limousine window slid down slowly. Lucas's grey eyes looked as sharp as swords even in the dark. He didn't say a word; he just opened the rear seat door with one hand.

Snow White obeyed, engulfing the giant head—as big as a child's fist—and swirling her tongue around it. "Ooh... Sss... huff... huff... her cunt grips so well!" Vanguard hammered her, his groans turning into a rhythmic chant. He accelerated, his waist a blur as Snow White’s breasts bounced wildly. He gripped her white thighs, spreading them as far as they could go, and delivered deep, punishing thrusts. "I'm gonna blow! Right inside her!" SPLURT!! The thick, white cream erupted into her slit with full force. Vanguard thrust a few more times before pulling out and painting her lush chest with his excess nectar. Grimm, meanwhile, forced her to finish him off.

Ghost: “Snow, would you marry me? I prepared 9,999 roses for you.” Ryan: “Snow, you are so beautiful. You are my goddess. Look at me, please. Please. I don’t have 9,999 roses, but I will complete instances with you every day. We will beat the bosses at each hour, and I will give you all the good gear. White: “Is the one above me an idiot? Such a beauty likes Snow will only need to wander around on a horse in a pretty costumes. She doesn’t need to compete instances at all. Understand?”