Novel & Cerita Poems About Snow White

She lives by the saying, ”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Her Majesty the Queen, being the fairest of them all, is like the real Snow White in this world. Her hair as black as ebony, her lips as red as blood and her skin as white as snow, the usual description of Snow White, the usual way that Snow White was viewed by the people. What makes Queen Violetta even better than Snow White was her eyes. Her eyes is black coloured, regular and yet when you stare at them, it felt like looking into the void--- getting sucked up and being twirled around in various waves and whirlwinds--- and at the same time, the void is also staring at you.

Claudia blinded by hatred and jealousy vowed to make her sister suffer until she begged for death. A month after the death of their mother both ladies went back to there normal lives even though they were not really over the death of their mother. One morning, when Miranda was busy signing documents her assistant Clara came in and told her that some one wanted to see her. "Who is it Clara?" "I do not know president,but he said it was important" " He?" Miranda asked " yes president" Clara answered . " Okay let him in." A few moments later,a tall handsome English man entered her office. His hazel eyes were very mesmerizing and his blonde hair was smartly trimmed. His lips were full and invitin

Trees on either side of the narrow road swayed with the force of the strong wind and it made the snow fell from the trees in clumps, coming down like white powder to blanket the ground. It would be beautiful if it were not so creepy out here in the middle of nowhere with nothing but trees and vast darkness to surround them.

she whispered before I had the chance to ask before everything went black into a dreamless sleep. Stephen POV: After I let her friend take care of her, I went to take a quick shower. I tried to get the sight of her hurt out of my head, but I couldn't. I shouldn't have left her. I knew I should have brought my beta and delta, but I didn't think those damn things would attack tonight, of all nights. I let my mind drift to her wolf. Why is she pure white? I've heard of some being like that, but I've never seen it. It's very rare for it to happen, but then again, it's even more rare for an alpha to have a daughter so maybe that's why?

My legs were twisted, crushed under the weight of the snow. Shawn collapsed as he finally saw my corpse. The tool clattered to the ground. He stared blankly at my corpse as he shook his head vehemently.

But I can’t just let the poor boy suffer. Even through the heat pouring from his body, I can sense the wrongness lurking beneath. A slow, invasive winter chill burrows up through his spine. It tingles across my fingers, making my joints ache. I close my eyes, pushing my senses farther. In Faerie, this would have been as easy as breathing, my magic ready at my fingertips. But here, I have to coax it out, trickle by trickle, to not draw any unnecessary attention. Though, surrounded by wolves, I have a feeling it won’t work here.

One year later, at the Parise Opera House, my solo performance of Giselle came to an end. The deafening applause was so intense that it felt like it might lift the entire dome. Backstage, flowers piled up like a mountain, and the air was thick with their fragrance. Yet, my eyes were fixed on a single bouquet of white roses in the corner. It didn’t come with a card or a signature, just like every year for the past three years. However, I knew who it was from.

Chapter 4 The Woman in White Elena's POV “Smile, Elena, the press is to your left.” “I am smiling,” I murmured, forcing a smile without looking at Damon. “Not like you’re walking into a funeral.” “Maybe I am actually doing that.” His jaw was already hardened slightly at that, but he didn’t respond. Typical of him. Three days ago, I had made the greatest discovery of my life, that the snow was a lie. Two nights ago, I still lay beside him, my emotions all over the place, while he slept like a man without guilt. Yesterday, he acted so smoothly, like nothing had happened between us.

she said, caressing Snow White. “Snow White’s a female,” I said. Carys looked at me, “and since when do adjectives have a gender?” “Point,” I said and went back to organizing the schedule. She chuckled, “but I must say, the Winter pack is filled with exceptional beauty in its mountains, in its animals and in its men…” She said, checking me out. This time when I looked at her, she didn’t look away rather smiled faintly with a confident allure. She got down from her bed and walked to my table.

Chapter 6: Disguise. “What’s wrong, mother?” Snow White asked me while I’m staring at the moonlight here outside the staircase. The stairs are made of wood which always makes a creaking sound. Both of my hands are under my chin while I am too preoccupied of thinking on how I can get to the Heavenly Realm without getting caught. I need to be careful or it will cost my whole life. I still have lots of dreams to fulfill and it will not help if this fails. I will have to immediately bid farewell to my soul and face death.