Man In White Book Novels & Stories

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.

The letters kept coming and coming. Though the further it went, the more clues people started to get about what The Silent Man might look like. In each letter he sent in every house, he left the color of his eyes, his weight, or easy things like his hair color. Every time people got those clues, they would take it to Sheriff Issac.

I thought I will see Dwyane once we entered the room, but I was wrong. The only thing inside this room is a table full of papers on it, air conditioner, water dispenser, and some shelves. I though this is the room where they leave Dwyane but there is something that caught my attention. There is a white door on the left side of the room. PO2 Lopez walks to it and then knocks. Another police man opened the door from the inside. Wow. Amazing. There is another room in this room.

As the cars drove into the vast compound, a lone tear trekked down her left cheek and it dawn on her that she had lost her freedom, maybe forever. She saw a man with a machine gun hanging across his chest standing by the gate. Why were all the men looking so hefty and cannibalistic? Perhaps, were they man-eaters too? She cautioned herself at the line her thoughts were trailing. The car finally came to a stop in front of a great white house with chimneys that seemed to touch the bright clear skies. The hefty men sitting in the backseat with her got out immediately and when they were about to open the door, the first car door opened and a tall, husky man stepped out. He wore a white cashmere c

" What's Theo yelling about?" "They're talking about ending your life," she was always so playful and fun but today... She was different. "How the hell does a vampire become a werewolf?" She crossed her arms in front of her chest. The whole scenery reminded me of the day I became one of them. Maxine standing with crossed arms in front of me, and a couple of people I don't know deciding my fate in my absence. I walked to the door and tried to listen more. "... a white maned, and he had red eyes. Only the two greatest werewolves had that," Theo spoke so confidently. He always had my back in situations I wasn't able to control.

Mr Walborn lamented. "What was coming?" Mila furrowed her brows attentively. Mr. Walborn coughed weakly. "Ooh child! The lesser you know, the better." "I know that Mr White did it. I just want to know how he got out clean!" Mila twisted her sidelined lip, clenching her fist in between her knees. Just the thought of that man irked her, talking less of his name. "Mr White? Oh no! He would not do something as henouis as that. He was a good man, he still is." Mr Walborn, chuckled dryly. A weak smile spread out on his face.

After walking for a while, Scarlett White sensed that something was wrong and refused to go any further, "Did you take the wrong way?" "How could that be? The parking lot is right there." Scarlett White wanted to turn back, but suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness. A long black car approached slowly and stopped. The man in his fifties in the back seat, rough-looking with a cigar between his fingers, squinted as he looked at Scarlett White, "Is it her?" "Yes, I saw Mr. Wilson come out with an unpleasant expression after her." The man nodded in satisfaction. ----- When Scarlett White woke up, she only had one feeling—discomfort. She felt like she was in a world of ice and fire, extremely

I don't know what for but ugh I don't really care. See you soon- Suddenly my diary was snatched away from my desk as I looked up and glared at the intruder. "Eric, you devil give me that back!" I screamed standing up and started running after my 6-year-old brother who ran with my diary in his hands. "Ah!" He shouted and giggled and ran down the stairs and into the living room. "Eric I'm going to fucking kill you-" I immediately halted when I entered the living room and saw an unfamiliar man sitting on the couch across from where my parents.

The dark brown cover was worn smooth with age, and strange silver markings were pressed into the leather. Without thinking, I accepted it. The instant my fingers touched the cover, warmth spread across my palm. It wasn’t painful. If anything, the book almost felt…alive. “I think you’ve mistaken me for…” The rest of the sentence never came. The man had vanished. That’s so strange. Because I didn’t see him walking away. He didn’t blend into the crowd. He just simply… Vanished. I turned in a slow circle, scanning every face around me. People laughed, ordered drinks, argued over upcoming fights, and carried on as if nothing unusual had happened.

Zara immediately saw why they did that. A man sat in the center of the square alone, his clothes were torn, his skin looked pale, frost clung to his hair. At first glance, he looked normal then Zara noticed his eyes, they were completely white. He didn't have a pupil or iris, nothing. Just completely white.... The sight sent a chill through her. The man didn't move, he didn't blink, he didn't speak. He just sat there staring into space or perhaps staring at something only he could see.