Novel & Cerita The White Company Novel

“Emily… she told me something this morning. Something important.” Liam’s brow furrowed as he listened intently. “What's that?” I recounted everything Emily had told me the dreams, the visions, and most troubling of all, the revelation that her wolf was white. As I spoke, I could see Liam’s expression shift from concern to a deeper, more profound worry. “White wolves doesn't exist anymore,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. “Almost unheard of in modern times. They’re… linked to ancient bloodlines, powerful ones.”

Drew knew Maxwell's personality, so he regained his serious tone, "Two days ago, we just received news about the goods intercepted appeared in Corsica. You guess who did it?" In this world, there were very few people who dared to move into the WhiteEmpire. Cross Corporation was the most well—known consortium of White Empire, and Drew was the owner of this corporation. It mastere all the most profitable industries in the world, including transportation, technology, real estate, finance, and aviation. The outstanding was their transportation industry.

Head of the White family immediately agreed, but he immediately added, "Caspian, how detailed the map do you want?" Caspian thought for a while and then smiled. "You want to know the purpose of my entering Evil Mountain Range." Head of the White family looked a little embarrassed. He did not expect Caspian to be so direct. His lips moved. Just as he was about to speak, the White family Ancestor waved her hand and looked at Caspian, saying, "The map of the evil rainforest that the White family owns is indeed the most detailed one in the new city and the old city of Same Spirit City.”

It was the outfit of soldiers. No one noticed Chloe as she silently wandered the giant ground floor of the mansion, blue eyes taking in this and that while her tried to make sense of what was going on and what would happen to them now that they were out from under Nathaniel’s thumb. The Blue Mountain pack was now under new leadership, but this was hardly a pack anymore. Then again, they hadn’t really been a pack for a long time according to what Sierra had told them. Eventually Chloe’s thoughts turned to Lucas Wolfe. In truth he had been on her mind for a long time, but those thoughts had lingered on the periphery, patiently waiting their turn. Just imagining the intensity of those hazel eye

“And who are you? Besides, someone who hasn’t learned to wait until you’re spoken to, to speak.” I step towards him, which seems to both surprise and excite him. “My name is Amalea Whitehouse.” Andrew chuckles. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” He says turning to the guard with the clipboard, who curses and rushes forward. “You don’t want this one, sir. She wasn’t supposed to be up here. She’s, uh, she’s from cell six.” Andrew’s eyes flick back toward me, and I know I have him. “Cell six? This is the beast who's been slaughtering our men?” He laughs heartily this time as he circles me. “She’s a dainty little thing for a murderer.”

Time flies, especially when you don’t want it to. Three weeks had gone by, and a lot had happened. Going back to work felt like ease. She resumed her role like nothing had happened, and though there were whispers behind her back, none dared bring it to her face. She wasn’t just their boss; she was Mrs. White, the wife of Jayden White, the owner of the White estate company. Many bestowed their fear of Jayden onto her, and as much as it helped keep unneeded attention away, she wasn’t that kind of person. She didn’t rejoice that others feared her, and she was sure the same could be said about Jayden. They had a preconceived notion about him, and he didn’t look willing to address it, just like h

Unfortunately, he was not hers; maybe only someone as exceptional as Lydia deserved him. After Janette left, Lydia could not contain her curiosity. Surprised at how smoothly everything went, she asked, "Henry, do you know Mr. White?" "No, I don't." "You don't?" Lydia was sure she had misheard. "Yeah, we've never met. But he called me last night." "Last night? Wait, you mean the new company? But isn't he from the Hood Group?" As Lydia pieced it together, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Waylen is doing a good job and now, I get to appreciate him more for taking this pack to such great heights. I arrived at the company, White Industries, and marvelled at the tall modern building. I could see all sorts of people moving about. It was very different from Stone Pack where I grew up. People didn’t dress so sharply and everyone didn’t seem so busy. I asked for Waylen’s office and was directed there. Just as I was about to knock on his door, I heard a sharp voice. “Yes! Who are you?” “My name is Gabriella and I’m here to see Alpha Waylen,”

Honestly speaking, I didn't even bother to read further after the clause of not leaving the job for five years. He continued before I could come up with an answer. “You may have also read the section stating that medical insurance, housing, and transportation are provided.” His tone turned professional. “If your little arranged marriage collapses at any point, you'll still be allowed to stay at White Mansion without paying rent.” My heart paused. Stay… At White Mansion? For a brief second, warmth spread through my chest. This mansion, somehow, had started feeling more like home than Hunt Villa ever had. I had never imagined I would feel safe anywhere after leaving Grandma's house, but White

I make certain I sit there next to him, so if he wakes up, he knows I love him and would not leave him. It is late afternoon, and it is time to head to King William Castle, I wait until the sun was just going down. I grab the Archers and soldiers and have a soldier carry our gear. I have us all dressed in black with black masks. I teleport all of us to right outside the Vampire King's castle. I get them positioned in the trees facing the king's balcony. Then we wait. We were there an hour or two, and then a figure in a dark robe came out, I had the Archers ready to shoot and as soon as the person turned around, I Mind-Linked FIRE! The arrows hit their mark, but my mouth dropped open, and I c