Man In White Book Novels & Stories

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.

If someone like him was so deep in the Firea Continent without the Council knowing, then the continent was in deep trouble. "You made the first move, I only protected myself. But since you were so eager in making me bite the dust, I have a question for you. Do you know the famous White family?" The man was still sweating because of the pain. However, he nodded. "Good, I want you to lead me to the White mansion immediately!" There was no need to ask politely. Warren knew he had to make his authority known. He only asked once. And if the man wanted to refuse, the Warren would simply send him to meet his Maker.

"I will marry you, Alpha Damian." Damian stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Good. But let's be honest with each other, shall we? I didn't ask for your hand out of love, Aisha. I married you because you are a White Wolf. You are going to help me fight my enemies." My heart stopped. My blood ran completely cold. He knows. "How do you know that?" I demanded, my inner wolf baring her teeth in my mind. "A powerful witch in my territory told me everything," Damian explained calmly, crossing his arms. "She foresaw that the last surviving White Wolf would wander into my lands, carrying a power that can crush kingdoms. I need that power to destroy the packs threatening my borders."

, I asked. My heart throbbed even harder. I felt like I was going to get a panic attack. My plan of running away and disappearing was about to crumble because of this enigmatic man. “I did what I had to do. You on the other hand make crazy decisions. Where do you think you're going?”, he asked.

After all it is said that " birds of a feather, flock together." She followed Wilson into the office nervously. " president, Ms. Lucia is here " After PA Wilson said this, he turned and left. The door was gently closed again. At once, Lucia and the man sitting at his desk perusing some documents were left in the huge office. This was a masculine office, most of the furniture inside was black or grey. The color was simple and a bit dull. Only a few potted plants were placed to slightly alleviate its monotony. The man was buried behind the black desk .… Lucia sneaked a peek at him. She could feel the powerful aura he exuded.He was in good shape and was wearing a white shirt. Because he had his

"Janet, take it easy!" Walter cut her off just in time. I did not get why she was so mad. What was wrong with wearing second-hand clothes? During those five years in the asylum, I wore worse clothes than the dead, even. Wasn't it their doing, all the things I went through there? There they went again, putting on that pitying face for me. What did they mean? Walter looked like he was in trouble, his eyes brimming with tears.

I sat in the chair nearest the door because sitting nearest the door felt like the right instinct, and I waited, and the house waited around me, and nobody spoke. Then the front door opened. The man who walked in was tall, not as tall as Damien but close, with lighter colouring and a face that shared certain features with Damien's the way different editions of the same book share a cover. You could see the connection if you were looking for it. The jaw, the set of the eyes, the particular way he held himself like he had grown up being told he was important and then at some point stopped believing it. He was maybe thirty. He was wearing a jacket that had been expensive once and was not anymor

The last person I wanted to see. Regardless, I walked into the room, completely ignoring his existence. Ms White closed the door behind me using magic. “Ms Vanderbilt, please take a seat,” she requested. Ignore, ignore, ignore. I kept chanting in my head like a mantra. “Ms White, may I know what you need me for?” I inquired. “Yes, as a matter of fact, you are here because of Mr King,” she stated. Oh, goddess. What did he do now? “Mr King here is doing very poorly in his studies,” she commented as Aiden rolled his eyes.

He held out a small parcel and a ceramic flask with a golden cap. “Here,” the man said. His voice, muffled by the mask that was covering the lower half of his face. He was dressed like the men from earlier, although he didn’t have a turban wrapped around his head. “All I have at the moment is some bread and a little bit of leftover wine. If you wait a little, you can have some meat. How do you feel about desert rat?” Jade almost puked. Who the hell eats rodents?

I choked out between coughs as I robotically moved my arms to keep my body upright and away from this frightening character. “Is that his name?” the man asked with a deep, raspy voice that had a hint of growl in it. “He’s fine. He’s just been tranquilized.” “Tranquilized!” I exclaimed with dismay. I’d finally coughed away enough water to be able to breathe and talk. “Why?” “So he wouldn’t bite me, of course,” the man said with humor. Working my arms so that I was moving toward the shore while still looking at him, I asked, “Who are you?”