Ode To Snow White Novels & Stories

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."

I put my things away, and when I pretended to leave Fight Club, I was approached by the least expected person of all. William Walker himself. "Sage?" he asked in a soft voice. "Yes," I said in a modulated tone of voice so he wouldn't recognize my real voice, though I could bet he would never realize who I was. "I liked your fight; the way you knocked that guy out was fun," he said, and I realized that the really dumb guy was looking at me like I was candy. "It's a good thing you liked it; I guess you bet on me," I said sarcastically and turned to walk away and leave him talking to himself, but the very wayward one grabbed my arm. "Sorry about that," William said, and I glared at him. "I'd like to buy you a drink and maybe lunch. I know from my own experience that after a good fight, it makes you very hungry." I shook my head at his pathetic attempt at conquest and laughed. "Sorry, but I'm not dating anyone, so I hope you have an excellent evening," I said humorously and headed for the exit. I hoped the spoiled child of the pack had gotten the message. ___________ Snow was the outcast of the Ever Green Pack, every pack member kept a distance from her. When William Walker, the Alpha heir found the weak ‘Omega’ was his mate, he unhesitatingly decided to reject Snow when she turned 18. But William didn’t know that his secret admiration of a girl named Sage in the Fighter Club was another identity of Snow. William had a big interest in Sage and wanted her so much. Sage is strong and Snow is weak, the two different profiles of the same girl make things interesting. Which side of her could win William’s heart? What’s the truth of Snow’s early shift and her great power? Read the book to find the answer.

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

What started off as a plan to control the prince backfired in ways Anberine did not expect nor did she ever see coming. Seeing this as her way of getting revenge for all the times he had tormented and made her life a living hell, she is now forced to see things in another perspective thanks to the side effects to the plan. Will the original plan come to fruition? Or will there be unspeakable consequences unveiling more dangers that are concealed within the castle walls?

Riya Lance was born into power but never freedom. Daughter of a ruthless hotel tycoon and heir to a fading fashion empire, her life was nothing but a cage wrapped in gold. That cage shattered the night she stood before all and declared her divorce, blowing apart the merger that bound her family to the feared Moreau dynasty. She was betrayed, ambushed, and thrown into the sea. She should have died. Instead, she survived; scarred, with broken memories and a burning need for revenge. With new allies in the shadows, Riya rose again, building herself into a ghost powerful enough to strike back. But the deeper she digs, the darker the truth becomes. The Moreaus were only pawns. The true mastermind is the Don; an unseen hand tied to her near death experience, her father’s sins, and the only man she ever trusted: Mateo Rutherfurd. Once her guide. Now her rival. As empires crumble and buried secrets rise, Riya must choose; between love and vengeance, blood and freedom. Because reclaiming her legacy will cost her everything… and survival may demand an unbelievable sacrifice.

For the past twenty years white werewolves were hunted and killed in the White War for their superior powers, but now Alpha Elias must put an end to the views of this war to protect his kin . Even being the most powerful Alpha in the tri-state area, will he be able to put an end to the myths surrounding white wolves? Or will he fail to protect his family?

Ciara had one job: secure her engagement to the Alpha's heir. She failed. Rejected at the mating ball and left to freeze in the snow by her own father, she's saved by the last person she expected—Draven Stormclaw, the notorious bastard son everyone fears. His price for her rescue? Marriage. He claims he wants the scandal. A way to humiliate the brother who cast her aside. But the way he looks at her—the careful touches, the fierce protection, the warmth hidden beneath his cold reputation—tells a different story. As Ciara is pulled deeper into Draven's dangerous world, she begins to suspect he's hiding something. That his reasons for saving her run far deeper than revenge. But with her eighteenth birthday approaching—the day she'll finally sense her true mate—time is running out for secrets. Because some bonds are written in the stars. And some are forged in snow and desperation.

Amanda White, the first daughter of Baron Broke, must fulfill her destiny as the bride of the Black Prince for the sake of royal politics. Rumor had it that the Black Prince had previously killed his two wives right after their first night. Unfortunately, Amanda White had no other choice but to undergo the forced marriage. On the other hand, the Black Prince also felt burdened to marry Amanda White, because she was a distant relative of the Queen, someone he hated the most. Various conflicts also colored the marriage and the twists and turns of royal affairs. Would Amanda White be able to find happiness in the forced marriage? Did the Black Prince even know what 'love' was?

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

Just after stepping out of the shower, I received a private message from my so-called uncle, Hank Shephard—a distant relative I barely ever spoke to. "Francis, that new car you posted looks impressive. Perfect for William's wedding!" I hadn't even figured out how to reply to that out-of-nowhere comment when another message popped up. "Your cousin William is getting married next month. Just treat your car as his wedding gift." The entitlement in his tone made my head hurt. I didn't bother arguing and closed the chat window. Apparently, he did not think there was anything wrong with what he had said. Messages kept coming. "Don't worry, your uncle won't let you suffer a loss. "When it's your turn to get married, I'll have William drive that car as your lead wedding car. It'll make you look good." I stared at the screen in silence. That was the moment I realized—Some people don't just feel entitled to your belongings. They believe your life exists to serve theirs.