Kindle White Vs Paperwhite Novels & Stories

"These are all we've got." Even though I didn't get exactly what I was looking for, I still stumbled a couple of things I found useful. Zoe, not so much. "They're something." I mumbled, trying to find the right word. The items were no more than a couple of paintbrushes, more painting, an old jewelry box that wouldn't open without a key and a stack of clean white papers. In the midst of the dust that rid the entire storage, the sheets of paper remained pristine, its White pages without even a scratch or a speck of dust. Its edges were sharp and if I didn't handle them carefully, I would have gotten a paper cut, and a really deep one at that too. Of all our spoils from our storage raid, the wh

The myths, the legends just became a reality after the gruesome transformation. The ancient white wolf. White wolves were the first generation of Werewolves ever created by the Moon Goddess. Along with pure white fur, they had golden ancient runes on them and golden eyes. The moon goddess did not only give them a beautiful appearance, but she gifted them great power. The power that is coveted by all creatures of the realm. White wolves were gifted with the power of a thousand witches, healing blood, and the ability to control another individual with their minds. As it is known that werewolves are affected by silver, white wolves are immune to silver. White wolves were supreme to other supern

I told him and he grew a little tense as he saw some worry etched on my face. "What is wrong?" He asked in worry. "I have a past. A past that follows me. You know since I'm the white wolf, some people know about the gift that I possess." And with that I explained to him everything; how they wanted my gift and that they could have it only if they killed me.

It wasn't like any of the ones I had experienced with Nolan but it was close. My eyes went to the pale white skin of Sara's shoulders. The drops of water on her skin made her look even more alluring. I reached her hand out to trace the goosebumps on her arm. I heard Sara take in a sharp breath. When I looked at Sara's face, her green eyes had a strange golden ring around them. Her lips were pink and rosy with droplets of water.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

June replied quietly rolling her eyes to which White didn't notice but Kiah did and responded with a small giggle. “So you would rather risk a life just for cotton candy and stupid rollercoasters?” White asked, his face mixed with surprise and seriousness. ‘If it was you dying, then a million yesses.’ June thought to herself with a small smile appearing on her face before returning to the question. “I guess you would rather live a boring life without a meaning and a childhood then?” she asked back squarely looking back at White whose face broke into a smirk by a tiny bit and a little hint of sadness for a few seconds.

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

she asked, and looked at Rose. "We know what they want," Rose said. "They have very well come to seek it. Look at their hearts. You could feel them inspire false courage within themselves." Crystal again returned her gaze to the men. She saw the one with the big heart. She knew Rose would spare him. "The Whites are still around. We aren't sure what weapons they possess to frighten, or imprison us with. Or maybe, they've found a way to kill us. We should spare these men to see who truly holds valor."