Novel & Cerita Modern Snow White

DAMON’S POV I still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow. But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.

Bad trip, I'm cold! It was as if the air stopped when a woman appeared in my eyes. It is white, and her hair is silver due to her old age but its beauty cannot be denied. If I was beautiful to him even though the skin was wrinkled, what else would it have been when he was just my age? But shit, I saw a picture of them in Snow Fall. I thought it was enhanced because it was painted, but shit, it looks really real.

"Ms. Emma is already down there." I was moving before I could think, taking the stairs two at a time, and when I reached the foyer I saw Emma standing near the entrance with her arms crossed while a blonde woman in a tight dress gestured wildly. "Adrian, finally," the woman said when she saw me. "We need to talk about our baby." I stopped several feet away, studying her face and trying to place her. "Who are you?" "Kasia," she said, like I should remember. "From Monaco, few months ago? The yacht party?"

Where moments ago a fragile twenty-year-old girl had writhed among the torn remains of a fur cloak, something entirely different now lay in the snow. I slowly released her shoulder—no longer a shoulder—and leaned back on my knees, unable to tear my gaze away. Caroline was finished. She lay on her side, her body matted with snow and the sweat of transformation, drawing deep, ragged breaths. With every exhale, a cloud of white vapor bloomed around her muzzle. “My gods…” Myra whispered behind me, her voice barely audible. She was a white wolf. Not pale. Not light gray. But blindingly white, like freshly fallen snow under moonlight, without a single dark marking. And yet it was not her color tha

Alaric says. Mac puts his hand on top of Alaric’s and smiles. " Well, babe when we get her back I'll stand there and take anything she wants to dish out. But these guys are her family too. We have heard their stories from Snow. They should hear one about her.” Mac turns back to us. “Anyway, before my husband so rudely interrupted me. Snow picked Snow White and the Huntsman. That wasn’t something she would normally pick. Instead of complaining we sucked it up and watched it. Just a little more than halfway through the movie Jace looks at Merigold and says ‘Your Snow’. You could tell by the tone of his voice he wasn't joking or picking on her. He was dead serious. Snow White in the movie was k

The complete opposite of who Jenna Marie is. Selina tried to adjust the tempo, and she carefully memorized what Wolfgang had taught her and applied it naturally. Selina has met her father and mother, and now she goes to find her sister to check if there is any other suspicion. But fortunately, the younger sister was not very close to Jenna Marie, so she did not care or notice her unusualness. So the gate was finally over, and Selina successfully pretended to be Marie to return. All that day, she lived in the family without leaving any doubts, so Selina smoothly became Marie, the werewolf girl who continued to live as a human.

She wasn't Ezekiel’s, and she certainly didn't belong to some fucking ghost named Dracula. "You look so adorable when you're shy, Snow White," I whispered, my breath hot against her ear. "I can't help but wonder... how much more seductive would you look screaming my name in my bed?"

“Do you know my name actually means ‘white as snow'? And my wolf’s name means white too.” “Like Snow White?” Percival asked. “Are you a princess too?” Adalaide asked. “Just like me.” “Well, I don’t exactly fit the description. Hair as black as ebony, was it? Skin as white as snow? Oh, and lips as red as blood….” Nivia said, pouting her lips. “Where my parents met, there was a lot of snow. That's why they named me Nivia.” “If you are Snow White, then Dad is Prince Charming.” Percival said.

Aria stood barefoot at the center of the cold, clear opening. Her eyes were shut, her hands clenched tightly at her sides. "What do you plan on doing?" Snow asked. "I want to feel the air between my fur, sorry your fur." she muttered. "Let's take a short race here in this forest." In the next second, her bones shifted, cracking softly as fur pushed through her skin. In moments, a white wolf stood in her place, a low growl erupting from its mouth. Snow raced round the clearing seven different times, the wind brushing past her.

She would be the Luna of the Southern Mountains Pack. She was used to seeing him with his charity case, Arla, but hadn’t expected to find them embracing. She’d watched his face as he rested his head on hers, and despised the look she saw, as though he were blissfully happy. Once she was Luna, banishing that orphan witch would be the first change she vowed to make, regardless of her being a white wolf or not. In the meantime, she needed to send a message, to ensure Arla kept her hands off Violet’s man.