The Lady In White Story Novels & Stories

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

"Sir, we pride ourselves on providing premium companionship. Our ladies are highly trained to do way more than just pour drinks and talk. "They'll sing, play games, whatever you want. I can promise the overall experience will meet your expectations." As he spoke, he opened the door to the private room. The interior was extremely luxurious. One look was enough for me to know that the services here wouldn't be cheap. As I sat down on the couch, he said, "Have a seat. I'll have the ladies come in." Moments later, a line of women appeared at the door. Dressed in sexy miniskirts, they had flawless makeup and syrupy-sweet smiles on their faces.

She dragged her words expecting a reply from Amanda, because she really couldn't place the face and she doesn't know her. "I am Cassandra Veyron." "Veyron." The woman repeated. Her eyes then stared at Amanda looking all stern and hard. Then suddenly it softened. Amanda whose heart was beating fast prayed her cover would not be blown. "Oh very well Mrs Veyron, your surname is quite familiar, but of course we invite a lot of famous, influential and mysterious people to this event." The woman said with a smile. "I am Mrs Monica White. The madam of the white family. The only Monica that is recognizable in the universe."

The underground lab was silent, save for the hum of dying generators. Pale light spilled over stainless steel and shattered monitors. Mason kept his gun drawn, though he doubted it would help against whatever the Circle had left behind. Ava leaned against the table, pale and trembling, the telltale signs of strain tightening her features. The woman in white — the one who had saved them — removed her mask. Mason froze. “Dr. Amelia?” The woman nodded. “I had to disappear,” she said. Her voice was husky, brittle with regret. “Sloan would have killed me the moment I questioned her research. So I became something else. The Lady in White. A myth. Safer that way.”

‘Fine, I am giving you another chance, but before killing Caleb, get rid of her mate, she needs to die first otherwise, she will keep causing troubles for us’ three witched looked at each other in horror, he was asking for something impossible for them, was he testing them? ‘But Master, we told you that she can absorb our magic, it is beyond our capability to kill her with magic, do you want us to poison her or kill by physical weapon?’ Cecilia took up the charge and asked like the deal was in process. ‘She is white wolf; it won’t be easy for you guys to kill her. Not even by poison or any weapon, you have to find the way to kill her, and I am sure you will find it’ the man only needed the r

I took my seat without a word and wait for the sermon begin. Valentina strode into the chamber like a blade in motion, sharp heels echoing against the stone floor, trench coat sweeping behind her like the wing of a vulture. All the whispers died. All breaths held. She has a lot of scars not only in her face but all over her neck. She was also known as Miss White. A woman who forgot what emotion was. A woman who’s a manager in a hotel during the day but a top assassin at night. She walked straight to the front, tapping a few keys on her laptop before turning on the massive wall-mounted screen.

A week had passed since Lila first set foot in the Harrington manor, and already, the enormity of her responsibilities had begun to weigh on her. As Lady Victoria Harrington’s new lady-in-waiting, she was expected to cater to every whim, no matter how trivial or demanding. Victoria was a woman of impeccable taste but little patience, and her disdain for those beneath her social class was palpable. Lila had quickly learned that any misstep, no matter how small, could lead to swift and merciless retribution.

I knew the consequences but I just didn’t care. I walked quickly through the hall hoping to make a peaceful exit without anyone noticing but my plans failed as I ran straight into him, he had a cup of coffee in one hand and a pile of books in the other. I succeeded in splashing the coffee all over his spotless white shirt and books then, when I felt it wouldn’t get worse than it already was, I tripped and fell face down. He bent over and touched my back gently.

It would only make sense that the faster, stronger woman would be the one to carry the important information out of the building. Yet, here she was, holding it limply in her hand. Mother White stuck her hand out as she approached. Lightning turned, her longing to escape comical. White grabbed her by the back of her hair before she made it more than three steps and yanked her back into the hallway. “Give it to me,” she demanded. “No!” Lightning’s fight was commendable. “I’ll just kill you and take it.” Mother White kept her voice calm and even. No reason to get overly excited.

Naoki said slowly and mysteriously. "It's the lady..." Jai and Darrion said at the same time. Naoki chuckled. "Yes. The white lady in the story." "Why is she called the white lady? Is she as white as the cloud or something like that?" Darrion asked. Jai was also curious about that, because he was sure he saw that girl in the cave before he somehow passed out. But Darrion just saved him the trouble for asking it. "No. It's because she wears white dresses. Sometimes it's a short dress, sometimes it's a long gown, differs with every story," Naoki answered.