Whit Novels & Stories

The preserved material carried the blonde's intoxicating natural scent from being worn so many times, and Whitney pressed her nose into it's collar as she breathed in deeply. I'll be there with you again soon, Holly. I just have something to do first. Zette returned holding a newly opened bottle of Chateau Montelena Cabernet, suddenly closing her mossy green eyes with a soft curse when Whitney shot her a pointed glare. That's right you fucking cunt. I know-

Drew shouted at his back. ------ “This is Kyle.” “Are you the one interested in buying witches?” Lewis asked. “Could be,” Kyle’s annoying voice replied. “I need to speak with your boss,” demanded Lewis. “You can speak with me, arsehole.” “I don’t think you can make me a realistic offer on what I’m selling. I’d prefer to go straight to the source of the cash.” “What are you selling?” Kyle asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. “A white wolf/white witch hybrid, who can perform magic in both human and wolf forms,” replied Lewis, knowing he now had Kyle’s full attention.

Their mother remained calm and stepped out a little then responded to the Chief enthusiastically, “Steve! It’s nice to see you again. How–” “Catherine Morgan, please refrain from talking and I would appreciate it if you would just come with us obediently!” Chief Whitlock said domineeringly. “On what grounds, are you arresting me with Steve?” Catherine said and still played innocently. Chief Steve Whitlock smirked and said, “If I have to tell you, I’ll be finished by tomorrow!” Then he started to come closer to her. Catherine was becoming aware of her surroundings and when Chief Steve got closer she then said, “Stop Steve!”

“Jake, arrange for a thousand men and three hundred excavators to raze Purity Pharmaceuticals’ factory. Try not to hurt anyone in the process. The Blithe King will take care of the aftermath if anything happens.” Whitney, who was sitting on the bed playing with her phone, was suddenly intrigued when she overheard the Blithe King. She got up suddenly and asked excitedly, “Did something happen, Henry?” At this moment, Whitney was no longer wearing heavy makeup and was completely bare-faced. She looked decent with her fair complexion and a bit of baby fat on her face. She wore a short denim skirt paired with a

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The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Whitlock. As Camila's gaze settled on Mrs. Whitlock, she noticed the older woman rising from her bed, her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. Camila's surprise was evident, but she couldn't help but be touched by the kindness in Mrs. Whitlock's eyes. Slowly, she approached, tentatively wrapping her arms around Mrs. Whitlock as they embraced. The hug was filled with a mix of emotions uncertainty, hope, and a glimmer of acceptance.

I exhale sharply through my nose and walk towards him. He jerks his chin towards the ice. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” “Nothing.” He gives me a look. “Right, that’s why you’re playing like shit.” I huff out a short laugh. He doesn’t push, just watches me for a second. “You know what I always say.” I roll my eyes. “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?” Whit smirks. “Close. But I was talking about here—whatever’s in your head stays off the ice. While you play the game, nothing else matters.”

Whitney "Do you like this color?" I hold up a piece of pale yellow fabric next to an off-white. "Does it wash this out?" "I like them together, especially for a spring or early summer wedding. When is this one?" Addison asks, grabbing the appointment book from my table.

White asked June whose dirty thoughts assumed something else that she had a blush creeping up on her cheeks. Mr. White lessened his tie before raising his eyebrows directly at the blush on June's face. "Hot weather allergies." she said in embarrassment trying to defend the last sane part of herself. "Okay." Was all he said before placing his hands on the table, clamped together leaning in his eyes focused on June who magically felt the air becoming too thick to breathe through her little nose

“No fucking way.” “What’s wrong?” Will asked, coming to the door. He eyes went wide as he saw who was there. “Well, fuck.” “Long time no see, boys,” Captain Damon Whitlock stood in the doorway. His imposing size taking up the entire frame. “Oh my,” Sabrina said as she walked over to see what the commotion was. Damon Whitlock was a mountain. His long, dark, shaggy, shoulder length hair hung loose around his shoulder. Equally dark eyes lived in a face that looked like it was chiseled from marble. His dark skin absorbed all the light around him. His hands were as large as saucers. A dark shirt stretched across the vast expanse of h