Man In White Book Novels & Stories

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

Well, they did try to do that on the first day, why was I even surprised this time. “’Bring in the man.” What? so the man they wanted was there already? They were fast. The door opened and a good-looking man walked in. he instantly reminded me of Nick, were they trying to replace Nick Jones? Those men were going to drive me insane. “This is Nathan White, have a seat son.” The old man said pointing at an empty seat. The tall man with slender legs, suit that looked as if it were made just for him. hair slicked back and looking like a model.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

His chest was rising hard and falling, his eyes darted from corner to corner in fright. "Relax, friend," Lord White said. "We are friends. We are here to help." The man whispered, "Here to help." "Yes," Lord White said. "Here to help. What happened to your men, and ships?" The man closed his eyes, and quickly shook his head as if in an attempt to shake off a dreadful memory, but it wouldn't leave. He looked up at Lord White. "She said it would not leave." "Who said?" Lord White asked.

He dropped to his feet before landing face down. I don’t think I would forget the look he had on his face when he dropped face down. The one he managed to throw in my direction before dropping dead as I presumed. I look up to see a man dressed in local animal skin clothing that covered just his region areas and was on his head like a crown or so. He had a shotgun in his hold and was pointing it at me which made my blood rush up to my head and made me light-headed. ‘Now is not the time to feel light-headed girl, you are faced with war and need to stand your ground.’ I encouraged myself then blinked several times to keep my brain active and alert.

As he progressed a little further, he began to watch the scene he saw with curiosity. A man was out hunting. He was collecting the birds he had shot in one shot. A person with boots up to the knees, an outfit in brown tones suitable for these places, and a hat in the same tone on his head. He began to watch carefully. The man bent down and walked slowly, looking at the great tree. He stopped suddenly and took aim. He fired the rifle and calmly picked up the bird that had fallen to the ground behind him and put it in the basket. Then he kissed his rifle and set it on the ground. He didn't come around very often, but when he did, he had never seen anyone like this. After the man put t

It felt surreal, and I needed to confirm, so I lunged at her. "We've been waiting for over thirty minutes. Why are you late?" Slapping her would put her in her place and dispel any illusions she had or wherever she borrowed those clothes from, but a force stopped me before my hand could reach her. My buttocks hit the floor painfully, as the source of the force showed no mercy. The man in the white suit reminded me of the rumors about the legendary Giovanni Dawson, the ruthless mafia don worth billions of dollars. He was also nicknamed the devil in white.

Fresh blood was dripping down the glass of the van's windscreen. In the darkness, a man in a long white shirt walked slowly toward Sebastian. He looked as if he was walking very slowly and casually, but he was actually moving extremely swiftly. In the space of two breaths, he was standing opposite Sebastian. He stopped short at a spot about five steps away from Sebastian. "It doesn't seem appropriate of you to kill so many people in one go, don't you think?" Sebastian asked, smiling. The man in white, whose name was Alistair Belman, put one hand behind his back and reached out the other, saying, "Give it to me!"

A tall figure emerged through the darkness. He wore a long gray coat covered with faded ink stains. His hair was silver. His face looked calm. Ordinary. Yet something about him felt deeply unsettling. Around his neck hung dozens of broken keys tied together with a black thread. He smiled as if greeting old friends. "So..." "The White Book finally found its way back." His eyes rested on Adrian. "You've changed." Adrian tightened his grip on the pen. "Do I know you?" The man laughed quietly. "You did." "Before you chose to forget."