The Lady In White Story Novels & Stories

New York, USA. The time was 2 PM, and the woman that I was waiting for was one hour late. She was never on time since the moment I could remember. Unless the events are extremely important, like meeting the President or some senator or other billionaires, Ophelia Stewards was never on time, especially not when meeting her own daughter. I knew this well. She had been consistent, and that was why I brought a laptop to work and waited at this small café near Central Park.

"You're a cunning bastard! I'll never!" " Then you'll be locked up here forever!" The door immediately opened and a lady who seemed to be in her late thirties came in, wearing a uniform and holding a covered tray in her hands. " Good day ma'am. I'm one of the people who serves food here. Sir said I should bring this food here" she said and dropped the food on the table. "Take it away!! I won't touch it. I won't touch anything!" I screamed in tears and I smashed the food on the floor. I spat on it and made sure he was watching me.

White. This woman was the cause for all my pain. When Mrs. White heard me calling her, she sneered and said, "Not bad. You still remember me. I heard that you are living a good life now. You live in a big house and have a good car. In that case, how can you forget to repay me with anything?" As soon as she spoke, all the painful memory in the prison came back to me. Besides, my head was covered by something. And it was dark all around.

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

There’s nothing really more than the large desk dominating one side of the room and a couple of bookshelves marching along the walls. I swing my head at the door when I hear it creak open, chills trying to run up my spine but stopping midway as soon as the lady with her face shining with bold makeup steps in. She’s not changed one bit… aside from the burning red lips. “Just look what the cat dragged in,” Juliet drawls in a sing-songy manner. “So it's true what I heard. The one and only Liana White is back in town." It's probably the first time she's ever used my full name, and it sounds wrong coming from her mouth. That same mouth with which she’d pretty much predicted the outcome of that so

I wanted to snap and tell them the truth, but I swallowed my words. One little rant couldn't possibly tell them the enormity of my pain and suffering. Every smile in that room felt fake, thin masks hiding rot beneath. The air grew suffocating. I needed to breathe. Just as I reached the stairs, Meredith followed me. She wore an elegant gown, lips curled in a venomous smile, eyes glittering with malice. "Just because everyone's stroking your ego doesn't mean you've won. Samuel wouldn't have married you if George hadn't threatened him with the inheritance. You're a replacement, and a defective one at that. You have no right to be his partner!"

Miss Yvonne explained as she hands me the white envelope. “Thank you, Ma’am, I’m so grateful for this opportunity,” I exclaimed. “That’s because our Governor wants everyone to be happy.” Miss Yvonne replied. After our conversation, I went out of that building with a heart full of hope. Don’t worry Dad, I’ll make everything for your operation. You’ll be fine. While I’m inside the cab, I can’t help to think about the white envelope that MIss Yvonne handed me. That’s why I immediately open which made my eyes automatically widen to see hundreds of bluebills inside. This is a huge amount.

Damn, how can she be so lucky to have this real fairy tale of love while her life was full of thorns earlier? "Hwy" Both of them were disturbed by a cute groan from Kiara's side. It seemed as if the little rat was annoyed by Clara-Alex's bond. Clara glared at her as she crossed her arms in a dominating way ***** "No gun. No knife. No weapons. That's how you should plan such things" Ms White explained the rules to take revenge and Elena is so excited to execute the plan. She has her tickets in hand so there is no way she would be caught.

“I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." “Fine," one of the men groaned and sighed. “We work for the lycans; we live with them." I exchanged glances with Axton. “Did they ask you to place the bounty?" He asked. “She placed the bounty, but they didn't ask her to," he replied. “She thought she could get the White Wolf because humans can do anything for money.” "But you're a human, right?” Axton asked the lady. "So what if I am?” The lady snapped, as if jolting out of her shocked state. "They promised to raise the rank of whoever could catch the white wolf.”

“The White Oathed.” The pages beneath it told the story of a woman named Jane—called The White Lady in later texts. She was the first to take the Blood Oath, bound to power not meant for mortal hands. Betrayed by the Council, her body vanished, but her spirit remained. Some said she’d become a half-form, neither ghost nor god, tied to those born with her mark. I swallowed hard. Naomi. The dream. The name. She hadn’t hallucinated. The entry went on: “The White Lady never lies, but she does not tell all. Her truth is twisted by time.”