Motionless In White A-m-e-r-i-c-a Novels & Stories

If only I can take some from you and place on to my self, I’ll surely will, to help you. She looked at me crying and sobbing. Then I placed her head on my chest, trying to comfort her. Then I looked back at Mr. Lozano. I know he’ll find us. His men started shooting at us but luckily we got out there. A deafening silence engulfed the car. None of my men tried to talk to me. The only thing that you can hear is Amira’s silent sob and cries. She calmed a little already. But she still won’t stop. Her head is still on my chest. And I can feel my suit getting wet. I don’t mind that. The only thing that’s concerning me is that she cried that hard making this suit of mine so wet. And I can’t take tha

I felt it the way you feel a held note resolve. The White-Glow is walking again, unhurried, drinking the trail of my own frequency off the walls I bled it onto fighting up the spine, and it is closing the distance at the only speed it ever uses. The speed of a thing that has never needed to run. And I am aware, above all of it, of the thing happening under my own ribs, because that is what has dropped me this time. Not the burn. Not the corridor's metabolic cliff. Something colder, and worse.

Standing, I make my way to the office that is on board the plane and shut the door behind me, sitting down, I pick up the satellite phone and call my father. "Dimitri." Came the gruff response. "What's happening?" "We have her," I said, I heard the relief in my voice. "Is it her?" He asked, double-checking what I had said. "Yes, it's the White Dove, she is coming home," I said, a sigh of relief left my father’s lips. "How is she?" "Not good." I sigh. "What do you mean, not good?" He asked, and I noted the change in his voice.

It’s white and black, white at the top, black at the bottom and has this weird black V under the bust then like a white X under it. Sometimes I think women’s clothing is just made up of subliminal messages we men will never understand. A guarded secret code meant to drive us insane. I’m broken from my conspiracy theory when both women launch themselves at Amelia who squeals in delight returning their hugs. “It is so good to see you!” The one in black and white shouts with a thick accent I can’t place. “It has been far too long!” The other woman shouts with the same thick accent. “I know, but it is so nice to see you both. I’m sorry it’s not under better circumstances,” Amelia says solemnly.

“So what’s your deal man? Why are you always so quiet?” Cheyenne breaks the silence as they have been walking without talking to each other for a while now. “What deal?” Daniel looks at her and quickly looks back ahead at the road. “I mean are you a runaway or something?” She asks curiously. He stays silent for a while and after a few minutes he says “Yes I am.” Cheyenne looks at him and tries to read his expressions but fails as he has none on his face.

Then let me die, but I'll die wishing you the worst because you took away the person that I love most. A picture popped up on my phone. It was me, wrapped only in a bath towel, with two drunk men walking toward me. Judging from the angle of the photo, the camera that captured this scene must have been installed inside the room. Questions arose from the viewers in the live stream. "Does anyone have the full version of the video? I'm interested in watching it." "You can see how much that lady is enjoying it." "What a slutty woman that Lauren is. I'm siding with the streamer."

After the door was opened, the first thing he noticed was how the lady in the black dress extended her hand to whoever was in the car. He noticed a hand clasping the lady in black's hand and one bare leg coming out and landing on the ground, followed by the other. Finally, he saw the entire body emerge from the car, and what he saw nearly caused him to pass out. At the same time, he was startled and shocked. The rumor appeared to be true; there was indeed a white witch in the club. As he had expected, the woman in the white limousine was more beautiful than the lady in black.

I’ve been humming tunes all these days and it’s fatiguing. Moving my head in beat as I recalled the tune, I got up and started vibing on ‘Imagination’ by Foster The People. “…To be careful my love, at death we’ll leave the same…” I twisted myself around, “…It's summer somewhere so you shouldn’t be so cold…I see us dancing by ourselves, we do it better with no one around….imagination ohh…” I hummed some of the parts in between as I sang the song. My hair was tied up in a messy bun while I danced through the room. The lamps were turned on and there was moonlight beaming through the window. This would have been way fun if I actually had the song playing through my headphones.

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.

'Jace, ask Alpha Remus to join my table,' I let my Beta know in the mind link. A few seconds later, the Alpha and his family join Drina and me. I introduce them all to each other. I notice that Luna Faith watches Drina longer than usual. “Hi Drina, I'm also a White Wolf,” she indicates meaningfully. “My mission was to push back the rival power of the occult from a large pack and turn the wolves back to Selene,” she said. Drina responds with a polite smile and shakes the Luna's hand. “Luna, congratulations on the success,” she says politely. A female host emerges and all attention has now shifted back to the stage.