The White Company Novel Novels & Stories

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Something was seriously wrong somewhere, and she had to figure out what it was. They left the mansion after Violet made a few phone calls, and he was taken aback when they arrived at one of the country's largest wholesalers. He was surprised to see the company's president in attendance. "Hello, Violet. It's good to see you again." "It's the same here. Did you prepare what I requested?" "You may proceed and have your men inspect the goods." "Take me to them." "Please, this way." Violet followed the young man inside, where there were heaps of food cartons.

I looked like a monster, a ghost rising from the grave. My inner wolf didn't whine or cry for our lost family. She paced in the shadows of my mind, baring her fangs, her fur glowing white with a dangerous, lethal aura. The weak, submissive Omega named Aisha died tonight in this dirt. Turning my back on the graves, I walked away from the Blue Wing pack house and slipped into the shadows of the unknown world. I was leaving now. But I would return. And when I did, I wouldn't be hiding my white fur anymore. I would be their worst nightmare.

“Godfather, can you come to Brenda’s house today? You haven’t come here for days now!” “Alright. I’ll be there soon.” Kaze would rather spend time with his adorable goddaughter at the Whites’ mansion than waste his time meeting Miru at the Perfect World Group. He cleaned up everything and went off. The White family’s mansion at Springville District was livelier than usual today. Besides Camry and Teresa, Winnie and Jessica were there as well. Winnie took time off from her own family and work to spend time with her daughter. Ever since she became the CEO of Shangrila Group, she gained more power and status, becoming strong enough to stand against her husband and mother-in-law.

There was a guard before her father's study, and the guard began to say something to her, but she ignored him and walked inside to her father sitting on his desk, scratching with his pen, leaving inked words on a document. "You mustn't go," Anna said and felt the hand of the guard behind her. Her father looked up at her, and curtly nodded, the guard released his hold of her and withdrew out of the room. Lord White, they called him. He was the only man Anna knew who did things rationally, acting on patience, and true justice. His leadership on Crest Hill after all had kept the people from the notorious Baron's men. But now, the Baron's men seemed more persistent, and were beginning to ask so

However, I did not need her anymore. The damage was done, and it could not be undone. "Mom, this is the last time I'll call you 'mom.' Once I'm out of here, I want to go for a walk by myself, okay?" The doctors did not give me a timeline, but I knew my days were numbered. … After my parents split up, Dad handed over most of the company shares to me, leaving just a slice for Janet. Walter, well, Mom had him committed to a mental hospital.

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.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.

His wife, Iliana Granger, was Adrian's bitch of a mother, so we knew now that it was our little white Dove that we were on our way to claim. The name white dove had come from my mother, Nina. She said her coos always reminded her of a dove, and her soft white hair was as white as snow, and since then, the name White Dove had stuck. My mother was more of a mum to the five Vassilev children, and it broke her when Vi was taken, she felt like her own daughter had been taken from her. Their mother didn’t give a shit about the family; she just wanted the money and the lifestyle that came with being a part of the mafia. She had never been much of a mother to her children, and she was so jealous whe