Man In White Book Novels & Stories

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

But strangely, it felt cold. Not physically. Emotionally. The air inside felt heavy. Controlled. I sat stiffly near the door, careful not to lean too much into the seat. That was when I felt it. A presence. I slowly turned my head. He sat beside me. The man in white. He wore a long white trench coat. The fabric looked expensive, smooth and untouched by the chaos outside. Even in the dim light of the car, I could see how carefully put together he was. His eyes were closed.

When the woman looked down at it, she found the book spotless and without a title. Although she felt quite puzzled, she still opened the first page. The moment she saw the contents inside, panic swept over her. With a thud, she dropped the book in her hands. Upon seeing that, the man smiled, revealing his white teeth. "Do you like the Book of Death?" Suddenly, the overhead light began to flicker. To her horror, the young woman noticed the man's shadow contort into a squirming dark mass in the shifting light. Adding to the unease, the front desk bells jingled, though there was no wind.

"I thought that you already investigated me? and I have some research as well about me. Why are you hesitating about the things that I could do." "Yeah your right, We just want to make sure Vincent the things that I need you to do is so complicated into risky and one wrong move And you were going to be dead I know that you're ready to memorize all the things about mafia because you grow up believing that the group where I came from is not only but people they are demons and they can kill without a blink of an eye and just a snap they can easily drag you in hell." I nod "I know that sir and if I could cut all their horns I would gladly do that. And now that I know that there's anything lik

THE MEN IN WHITE The villa remained wrapped in darkness. Only pale moonlight spilled across the marble floor. The stranger dressed in white stood calmly inside the doorway, the silver pocket watch swinging gently from his fingers. Tick. Tick. Tick. The sound echoed through the silent hall. No one moved. No one even seemed to breathe. Isaac stared at the man. His face had become almost expressionless. "You found me." The stranger smiled. "You knew we would." His voice carried no anger.

“Ms. William, who is this?” I took a deep breath, closed my folder, and looked up at him. “Mr. Ethan, what can I do for you? Please don’t interfere with my work.” Ethan didn’t respond. His gaze was locked onto my wrist. Because my sleeve had shifted, several jagged scars were exposed. They had faded over time, but against my pale skin, they were still impossible to ignore. “Timothy said… you tried to kill yourself three times because of me?”

Did they think their alpha was just as heartless as the people who massacred them? The man continued to scream and shake until the whole kennel was vibrating with energy from the electricity and the man's shaking. At a point Logan could not stand the screaming again and he motioned to Casper to stop it. Casper detached the live wire from the man's toes and the man went limp, falling to the ground and rocking back and forth like a baby. Logan changed his position to look into the man's face. He was staring at nothing; just staring blankly with his pupils dilated. Logan was a bit scared that they had done irreparable damage to the man, until he pried open his lips and gasped for breath.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

What's a little fun that I can't have? “I'm specifically looking…” he paused as he opened a page in a book and then turned it to me. "For the White Wolf.” The page had a picture of a white wolf in it sitting under a huge moon. This was supposed to be alarming to me, but I wasn't bothered. This might prove Axton's theory of humans wanting more after finding little. Maybe they were the ones that carried the bodies of those lycans, and now they're back for more. But somehow I disagreed with that thought. What if this guy has read some books and done a little research, and now he wants to discover one for himself? That also makes sense.

What ER? I tried to call his name, but my thoughts were tangled, thick as if my skull had been filled with lead. "Must we do this, Mr. Terrason? Your wife is…" The man hesitated. I sensed the unease in his voice. "Just proceed as planned. No questions." I couldn't breathe. Something was crushing my chest. What was Samuel talking about? What plan? The air reeked of antiseptic. I was on a hospital bed, harsh lights stabbing through my closed eyelids.