Mystery White Marble Novels & Stories

It was just another night for him. Isn’t it his best friend’s birthday party? Shouldn’t he at least be a little lively? He even came empty handed. My thoughts are cut short as the elevator door beeps and slides open, revealing a sprawling foyer. The whole entryway is made with a white -veined calacatta marbles, that mirrors the glow from the suspended chandelier above our head. Unlike Rowan’s Penthouse, Cyprian has a lot of abstract oil paintings hanging on his walls. They ranged from dark arts to cultural paintings, all of them so vividly beautiful, with their own meanings.

He pointed to a wooden rack and said, "Master Montgomery, the treasures that the White family currently has that can improve the elemental property are all here." Caspian looked in the direction that the other party pointed and immediately saw pieces of minerals of different colors, which were as big as adult's fists and as small as quail eggs. They were shining with colors and neatly placed on the shelf. The total number was probably around twenty pieces. However, the moment he saw these minerals, Caspian felt an aura different from the natural precious materials in the past. After staring for a while, Caspian looked at Que White and said, "Is this what your clansmen brought out from the Vo

Cia smiled at Alan who was standing by her side, a look of satisfaction on her pretty face. The ingredients that Alan promised were really good and of good quality. Even though the price was a bit expensive because Cia wanted marble as a floor construction material, they managed to get a low price from the shop. The marble stone is dark green which Cia will later use as the floor of the palace. "What do you think, is everything according to what you want?" asked Alan, several people were moving the items Cia ordered. n.t

I murmured as I shifted my thoughts back to focus on the present. The madame led me to the front entrance of the large white marble building. The entrance was even more elaborately decorated than the outer walls that I had seen before. Marble carvings featuring many mythical creatures and angels surrounded the large and high double door of the entrance. The door slowly opened as if someone inside was expecting our arrival.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

I tell him as we pull up in front of a huge building made of the same white marble that the gate supports were made from. I can’t see much of it from here. We’re at such an odd angle, but as the footman opens the door, I step out and look up. It’s massive—tall and imposing—with turrets and ledges. All of it seems to be sculpted out of one continuous piece of white marble. Ellison steps out next to me. “It’s intimidating, but don’t worry. Almost everyone inside is quite lovely and kind.” I arch an eyebrow. “Almost everyone?”

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.

Carefully, Ciara walked into the kitchen and stared at the countertop’s surface. “Can... can I touch it?” she asked, looking at Scott with hope in her eyes. Of course, her request puzzled him. “Sure, why not?” he replied, still wearing a questioning expression. Her fingers trembled as she touched the smooth, glossy marble. It felt different from the rough or metallic surfaces she had always touched before. This material felt more alive, with pale brown veins that made it imperfect, and that’s what made it beautiful. “You... have you never seen marble before?” Scott asked cautiously.

Imagine how many donuts or burgers I could get with all that money. Livi, who was beside me, was also mesmerized by the design of this room. Now, she was observing a pair of gargoyle statues displayed on the right and left sides of the door. There was a white gargoyle statue with blunt teeth and a radiant smile. I was sure from its shape that it was a gargoyle monster, but since when were gargoyles white and had a cute appearance with a radiant smile? "A peculiar artistic touch," I thought to myself as I looked at the two statues.

right? Right... Making our way deeper into the hall, the rushing fountain made of a pure white stone, that I instantly knew was marble, finally came into full view. And what a fountain it was. It was huge. Like... really huge. Like everything else in this golden cage. I think the center pillar alone was as big around as three of me put together. And there was a beautifully sculpted cherub with a tiny little bow and arrow in each of its chubby hands affixed right to the very top of it. I had to force myself not to snort in derision.