Man In White Book Novels & Stories

Before I could answer someone had walked behind me lightly touching my shoulder. I quickly looked back when I saw a woman walking away into the crowd. I had never seen before. She had on a long sleeved black dress that went to the floor. The woman’s hair was pitch black with long wavy curls littering her head. She was extremely pale wearing bright red lipstick. I gasped when I reached her eyes. They were completely white it was unsettling. The woman was staring back at me with a creepy smile on her face. “I’m…. Um..not sure, but…”

A man and a woman were forced to kneel on the ground, facing north. Mr. White, once furious, was now trembling in fear as he looked around. Abel and the others stood nearby, staring coldly at him. Surrounding them were bodyguards who clearly weren’t ordinary. In front of them, a man in a cap sat on a red leather chair, idly playing with a box of long matches. He flicked one open with his thumb. With a soft whoosh, a small flame lit up at his fingertip. He casually flicked it away, and the fire landed right beside Mr. White’s leg. Mr. White yelped and scrambled aside.

The promise was thin, hard, like bone. On a roof, the sniper lay flat, stomach pressed to concrete. The magnifier filled his eye. The red cross marked the tyre. He checked the number plate, slow fingers tracing the sequence to be certain. A small smile loosened at the corner of his mouth. One thing about this man he never lost the spot. None of Mr. White’s men knew the danger. They moved like puppies, naive and bright, set before the jaws of lions. Mr. White had not played the game like this. He had not been prepared.

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

“The man. The one I told you about—the gray coat. He’s following me, I swear it.” “Elena, relax. You’ve been overworking yourself. Lagos is full of strange men. Maybe he just happens to walk the same routes.” Elena peeked through the bookstore’s glass front. The man hadn’t followed her inside, but she could still see his reflection in the glass: steady, unshaken, waiting. Her stomach sank. She wasn’t imagining it. She was being watched

They knew I was under him. “We are taking the white wolf. Dead or alive. The choice is yours.” A big man in a cowboy hat pointed a rifle at us. All the other men mimicked him. Magnus was vibrating with anger. How did they find us? I had a sneaking suspicion that it was intel from a scored woman.

It was as if the part of my brain that was responsible for making decisions, of at least processing the things that had just happened, had just shut down all of a sudden, and it had everything to do with the man standing in front of me. I raised my eyes, only slightly, and just enough for me to catch a glimpse at the man in front of me. Thanks to the dim glow of the few lights in the hallway that was barely lit up, I had the little opportunity, of checking out what he looked like. He was in a bunch of casual clothes, just a T-shirt and pants that indicated that he might have easily jumped out of important work, simply because he thought he heard something. If he had come here because he hear

“You always say that.” Because it’s true. And because saying anything else would give her power she didn’t ask for but would absolutely use. ⸻ Elena The call comes two nights later. Unknown number. I shouldn’t answer. I do anyway. “You left your lights on,” a man says softly. My blood runs cold. “I don’t own a car,” I reply. A pause. Then a chuckle. “Still careful. I like that.” “Stop calling me.” “I’m not calling you,” he says. “I’m reminding you.”

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

--- It was nearly midday when the first scream reached the village. Not from the forest. From the gate. Two wolves burst through the entrance, breathless and panicked. “Help!” one of them shouted. Everything in the square stopped. I was already moving before I fully understood what was happening. Blood. That was the first thing I saw. Marla stumbled forward, her arm covered in deep claw marks. Another woman was half-carrying her while a third limped badly behind them. “An ambush,” someone gasped. Kael appeared beside me almost instantly.