Whit Novels & Stories

Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind. “You’re welcome.” His deep voice reverberated as I walked towards him. All I could smell was his sinister scent as I closed the gap between us. He was more trouble than the others, his heartbeat faster than a car’s tires at the highest speed. He wasn’t human for sure. “Who are you?”

White. For her. The quiet girl who still hadn't looked up. ...

I yelled as I heard him chuckle. After making my way upstairs and into the room. I had that well earned shower, brushed my hair and put on some decent clothes. "Nice" I heard Chris's voice from my window. Chris?. How?. I walked to the curtains and opened is all the way, revealing none other than Cwisberg ( what is up with these weird names?). "Was this planned?" I asked in amusement. "Maybe" he said dragging out the word. I ignored him and went back inside but kept the curtains open. I pulled out the flower pot containing the white rose and my breath hitched in my throat.

Hollis breathed softly. Whitney was DEFINITELY enjoying the view. Hollis’ French pigtails accentuated her high cheekbones exquisitely. She was dressed from head to toe in warm, stylish clothing. Timberland boots, black jeans, and a white long sleeved striped shirt with an army green vest on over it. Her grey eyes appeared especially light today, and were staring longingly at Whitney’s trembling lips. Does she want this as much as I do? Only one way to find out...

“You haven’t seen any like ours, mister. Ours is special.” Tom and Rich stared at her, then past her to the sheltered structure. They looked closer: Miracle, a hand-stenciled piece of plank declared above the pen’s door. The snowy-white snout prodded at the wire, letting loose a snort. “White buffalo,” Jodean told them, and Richard’s daughter inhaled again with surprise. “They’re magic,” said Katie simply, looking to the smiling woman. “That’s right, sweetie. Some people believe they are magic.”

It is such a snowy day like every other day in the Northern state of Zeresein but it is particularly snowy in the glamorous village of whitstone. In this glamorous village, a beautiful young girl lives within it. A girl sixteen years of age, average height, and fit figure. The most incredible thing about this girl is her long flowing white hair. Her hair is as clear as the snow and as bright as the sun. "I would love to eat some of your amazing pottage please" Amber, the girl with the magnificent white hair said talking to her mother who was sewing a dress.

BLAKE A huge white wolf approached us, his teeth bared, in a fighting position. And I knew it was over. Neither Luke nor I could fight anymore. I was helpless and naked, immobile against the freezing, wet snow, sure it was stained red from the cuts all over my body.

I say as I'm kissing her neck "Huff, forget it, get off," she says trying to push me off her "I'm not gonna be one of your whores" "hmmm, I've never had a whore before, how about you be my whore, my wife, my love my everything? your already all through things anyway well apart from whore and ill only want that in the bedroom", "No, go ask one of your other girlfriends, who will probably be queueing up" "I'm serious baby, I've never had a whore or anything, I've saved myself for my true mate, I'm a virgin"

Whitey has now become Old Whitey. “How many years has it been?” “Have you met the person yet?” Old Whitey prostrated and looked up at the statue of Rinwell while crying gently, “Meow!”

Alastor lifted himself off of me and let out a sigh. "I'll follow them," Dakari muttered and jumped off the stage, his clothes shredding around him. Tasha stared after him before giving in and jumping off the stage as well. Her wolf was the color of her skin. Chocolate brown. Her fur looked like a different texture too but she sped away too quickly. Alastor looked toward Alma. She sighed in defeat and followed the two. Her wolf looked like Alastor just a lot smaller and she had white accents. He phased and rolled onto his back next to me. "That was a disaster." He whispered.