Whit Novels & Stories

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.

I affirmed like a lovestruck lady. "Do you trust me?" "No." I smiled, he chuckled. His hold on me tightened and then his eyes flashed a brief shade of blue. My smile deepened. His Wolf eye color was different compared to other werewolves that were golden brown. He was unique just like mine. I wondered why they were blue though but before I could ponder further, golden butterflies surrounded us. And then we gradually ascended into the sky. In a strange way, it felt like my heels were still against the ground but in reality, we were already amidst the clouds.

I call out softly as I stand in front of my mirror, my reflection staring back at me. I may not have the body of a model, but I think I'm beautiful. I'm not that tall, I have average curves and hips. My tits aren't big and they're not small. Average. But Regina Foxx has the hips, the big titties, the red hair and even the Kim Kardashian booty. She has everything and more. Her pale skin is like porcelain while mine is olive. Almost brown and nearly golden. I got my skin tone from my mom. She's the most beautiful woman I know, with her beautiful golden brown skin and smile. I don't even think she smiles often since daddy passed away.

...H-hold on, she still had her mask on, so he shouldn’t be able to recognize her…! Yeah…! After reassuring herself of that, Whitney cleared her throat before replying, “Y-Young Master Burton…! What a pleasant surprise! I’m a big fan of yours… Um… Y-you must be here to pay Miss Frankston a visit right…? Well, I’m done with her, so I’ll be taking my leave first-” Sneering in response, Zivon then walked up to her before scoffing, “Hey now… Don’t you want to at least figure out why your new poison hasn’t kicked in yet…? Hmm…?”

The world wants to know the story of the woman who broke the internet and then married it. I type: AI Whispers: A Hybrid's Journey. It’s meta. It’s perfect. "Are you writing?" Alex asks from the doorway. He’s holding two mugs of tea. He looks tired, but his eyes are bright with that specific, focused energy he gets before a launch. "I'm remembering," I say. I tap the neural interface temple. "Memory Access: Granted," Echo says. "Do you wish to initiate immersive playback?" "Yes," I say. "Chapter One."

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.

"A white haired, white furred, wolf with darkness for his insides, and no soul. What do these colours mix to form?" "Grey," she answered. "Good. They will call me Grey."