Novel & Cerita Whit

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The tips of her ears flushed from all the attention, and she cleared her throat, pretending something had caught in her throat. “Now that it is in the open, it seems a little inappropriate. Forgive me, Luna.” “It is alright.” Ariel said, waving her off, and they fell into silence as they continued working. “What color is your wolf, Whitney?” Ariel asked, trying to break the tension that had settled. “Uhmm, white?” Whitney replied, a little confused. “I would be sure to look out for you when I am watching you.” “Really?” Her eyes literally sparkled like the Fourth of July. “I will be sure to put on

Golden table scattered with roses and golden chairs. My body turns rigid when I spot Hexton standing at the head of the table, conversing with Whiro. Hexton is in a white brocade jacket with a black button-down shirt, white slacks, and black loafers. Even from here, I can tell the brocade pattern on the jacket is roses. Whiro’s ensemble makes me want to laugh. He’s wearing black loafers and a black suit jacket with metallic-silver wings covering his chest and shoulders. He has no shirt on, showing off his tribal tattoos, and his black slacks are covered in outlines of white cherubs. I want it on t

My Swift. Off white wolf with a hint of golden. He is so beautiful. Perfectly my match. Standing by his side, he is just my height but a bit slim. I am deep blue and he is offwhite-golden. The sun rays shining on his fur creating a hollow on him. I am just mesmerized. He came to me trotting on his feet and I can see he is happy. There is a hint of mischievousness in his golden eyes. And before I could proceed, he licked my face. A deep wet lick. And ran away.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘧

“Don’t act coy. I know it’s Brandon and you can’t be together because your family forbids it” She scrunched her face in disgust. “Eww Paisley. I will never date Brandon” I frowned. Then who was the W and B? Or is it Brayan? “Did Brayan have a secret lover he couldn’t be with?” She scoffed. “No and even if he did I wouldn’t know about it. He’s too private” Then? “I think I know who owns the letter” “Who?” “Aunt Whitley. She had a man who she was in love with but her family wouldn’t consent to the mating and because she was too obedient and wouldn’t go against their wishes, she had to let him go and she never got mated again”

He touches the woman's face and says, "Oh my angel. Are you the one the Lord gave me?" Ava is smiling while saying, "Mr. Whit, I'm not an angel, but I can help you find your angel right here." "Really?" Mr. Whitlock is smart. He is called the Einstein of Italy because his thinking is advanced and he knows how to rise his company when it comes to sales. Because he is strategic and knows how to make a method to rise.

“What is—What am I?” She raises her brows, not the slightest bit offended by my burst of temper. “You’re like us.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I grind my teeth. She studies me before finally saying, “Not human.” I go still. Knowing it and hearing it are two different things. From the moment I saw the white wolf and Veronica sharing the same scar, my subconscious had allowed me to put a few pieces together that had painted such a ridiculous picture that I had forced myself not to believe it. It was only at Dr. Brown’s urging that I had allowed the idea to linger somewhere in my mind, knowing that if I confronted my growing, shocking belief, I wouldn’t be ab