Man In White Book Novels & Stories

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

The lights were dim, and a man walked in. He went straight for Harriet. "You must be Harriet. Oh, he was right… You are pretty." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. The bottle Harriet was holding clattered to the floor as she struggled weakly, her voice filled with fear. "What are you doing? Let go! Somebody, help!" The man quickly overpowered her, and with a few rough pulls, he lifted her by the waist and marched toward the bedroom. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

But did the blackbird just talked to me? “Hey, Miss,” said another man who wore a brown shirt and blue jeans. When he talked, I was pretty sure I saw fangs on his teeth. He knocked on my window. “Can you let us in?” He had grey eyes, the same as me, but in a darker shade. Now the brown bird is asking if they could come in. I blinked again. And still the three men –birds would not go away. The third man –the third bird, wore white all over his body. White tuxedo, white pants, his hair was also white and white leather shoes. His eyes were the most beautiful pair of eyes she had ever seen. It was light blue, very contrast to his dark skin.

Until it was over, there was a possibility of winning. That was until last night's ordeal happened. The White Claw Pack was invadered by intruders. They left a trail of bodies from the pack borders to the pack house. None of those warriors were a match and they all died. Felix was unfortunately taking a run in the woods. He had no idea that the pack was in danger because the intruders masked their scents. That was the advantage they had on their side.

Then he said smilingly, "Don't be angry. I'll get rid of them later." Hearing Mr. White’s words, the girl who had just finished wiping the man's hands was shivering with fear. They all knew that their seemingly most gentle and kindest Sir in the world actually never took a life seriously, and in his eyes, it was easier to kill a person than to break a tea cup. Mr. White offered the tea to the man with both hands.

I was really panicking at this moment. I heard footsteps coming closer to the door, the footsteps stop at my door and I start to hear the doorknob jiggle. I tried with all my might to get my arms or legs free but they were silver chains every time I struggled against them I felt my skin burn. The doorknob turned and the door started opening my breathing was frantic as I stared at the man coming in the room. he was around six foot none inches black hair piercing blue eyes and white. Not the normal white but the white as if he has never seen the sun in his life. I keep trying to back up on the bed but with my legs chained to the leg posts at the bottom of the bed it was worthless to try.

Unbeknownst to her, her smiling face was as white as a ghost’s. The man on the sofa lifted his head from his book. His gaze landed on her face first, then it traveled slowly down to her fingers that were gripping the blanket in front of her chest tightly. His dark eyes traveled from her knuckles that turned white to the veins that were popping out from the back on her hands. Then, it moved up to the woman’s face that was as white as a ghost’s once more.

The wolf's mouth was wide open, revealing a row of sharp and dangerous teeth. “Is that a real wolf’s head?” "I don't know," the man replied nonchalantly. He kept bringing her inside the mansion. Through so many passages and closed doors, until then they arrived at a large place. A kind of warehouse with thick dust and musty smell. A man was standing in the middle of the room, looking striking in a white suit and shiny white shoes. The man watched the work of his men behind the gold-rimmed glasses that perched atop his slightly crooked nose.

Elisa White got out of the car, went to the place where the man was lying and looked around. She hung her eyes and thought about what had happened at that time. She and William chose a way at random. Those people could not know in advance. They also prepared a seriously injured patient for her to set up. Elisa White kicked the long bloodless road with her foot. Suddenly, she suddenly looked up and a figure flashed around the corner. Elisa White scolded and chased in the direction of the disappearance of the figure. The man was obviously familiar with this area and specialized in running to the place of small roadway.

I was in a way indebted to him. “Hey,” I said. The white-haired man's eyes diverted from the book onto me. His brown eyes were intense, leaving me startled. I cleared my throat and continued. “Well, I wanted to ask you something.” He said nothing. “Did you change me when I was unconscious or something?” “No.” He went back to what he was reading in the book. I noticed that this man didn't like saying a lot of words. Normally, I would assume that he was cold but he saved me and that was more than enough for me to assume that he at least had a good heart.