The Lady In White Story の小説・ストーリー

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

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!"

❤️ And Memory Ilyaan felt a strange warmth inside his soul. ⸻ As if someone had finally found him. ⸻ 🌙 The Woman In White A light appeared. ✨ Small at first. Then larger. Brighter. Warmer. ⸻ Until reality itself became white. 🌌 ⸻ And from within that light… A woman emerged. ❤️ Simple white clothes. Silver hair. Gentle eyes. A peaceful smile. 🌙 ⸻ She didn’t look like a goddess. She didn’t look like the creator of reality.

She just instantaneously appears in the sidecar or rearview mirror… without a face. The White Lady of Concepcion City, in particular, has a very interesting backstory. Her MO is snatching newborn babies and kids to turn into her protégé i.e. the next White Lady. The oldest residents say that the White Lady is the ghost of a madwoman who drowned her own babies while she was giving them a bath – deliberately or not, no one knows. After the foul deed was done, the woman completed her descent to madness and began her notorious wandering around to look for her dead children or their replacement. The parents in Concepcion City clearly embellished the legend somewhere along the line because now it

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.

“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.”

She stood from where she sat at the wooden table in the center of the room. "We captured her from a boat. She said it herself that she's Lady Whitmore. Surely she's worth something in ransom." The man on her left, a bulky middle-aged man with more missing teeth than present. Elena huffed, approaching Clara with slow, confident steps. Fear froze every cell in her body except her glistening eyes, which monitored every step Elena took. "Is that true? You're the famous Lady Whitmore, the most beautiful woman in the empire?" She stared her down, snorting. "I don't exactly see what all the hype is about."

''Lily. Slowly, Lily turned around. Her eyes widened slightly as she saw a woman approaching. The lady was tall, her figure striking and elegant. Her beauty seemed to radiate effortlessly, the bold red lipstick on her lips suiting her perfectly. Her smile was bright, almost dazzling, and her long brown hair was curled, half cascading gracefully over her left shoulder. She wore a pure white dress that clung to her figure perfectly, paired with matching white heels that clicked softly against the floor as she walked. Even her suitcase was white, completing the flawless look that made her appear almost ethereal.