Whit Novels & Stories

Whit’s Place was a rustic building on the edge of Live Oak near the interstate. It had the typical neon logos flashing in the front windows and dark wooden doors with oblong windows in the middle. On top of the roof perched a large wooden sign announcing the name of the bar with a giant frog sitting on a lily pad while smoking a thick stogie. The parking lot was barely half full, which pleased Valerie as she wasn’t into large gatherings, and if she was there to meet her coworkers, she would rather hear what they said than try to read lips due to a noisy bar.

he asked her as he aligned. Whitney sighed. "Don't bother. I'll start crying again!" "Crying?" Frank was left stunned—was he too late? Still, he pressed, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Tell me who hurt you, and I'll murder them—I promise!" "What?!" Whitney did a double take but soon blushed. "What are you talking about?! I'm the village chief! No one would lay a finger on me around here!" "Oh… then what happened?"

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Infuriated, the Queen lunged forward to strike her, but Snow White swung back, her palm connecting with the Queen’s cheek with a sharp slap! "You! I will kill you with my own hands!" The Queen’s eyes blazed. She saw Snow White blowing frantically into the leaf whistle, but no sound came out. The Queen let out a mocking laugh. "A silent whistle? Do you honestly think those seven idiot Titans are coming to save you? You’re delusional!" "Who said it was silent? The frequency of that whistle is something only a Titan can hear from miles away," a deep, gravelly voice thundered.

Sapphire said as she made for the door. “A white wolf? Of all the people to fall in love with, really mum?” Sapphire didn't turn or stop. She pulled the door open “Patience and silence are two different things. So many wolves are blind, it doesn't mean you should be too.”

Not Colette’s name. Elias Whitfield’s.

She was also adored by the common pack, a relentless worker, and she looked magnificent standing beside me during the seasonal rituals. But Johnson Whitmoor was a flawless alpha prize! He wore almost no scent-oil, yet his natural male musk was intoxicating. The way his cheeks flushed, the way his teeth nipped at his lush, pink bottom lip—even his eyes were a piercing shade of winter blue I had never encountered in any forest. His thick dark hair fell perfectly over his collar whenever his head moved, and his voice was pure temptation. Imagine waking up in the nesting mound and having that face greet your beast every sunrise. Oh Goddess! I wanted him under me.