Whit Novels & Stories

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…?”

When the countdown hit one, he leaned close to her ear and said, "Happy New Year, Whit." Whitney felt awkward hearing him call her "Whit." She would've preferred if he just called her "honey."

With who? ===

It was Davin. “Hey Davin! Do you know this yeti?!” “Hey! Don’t be rude! Antoine’s my bodyguard.” “So why is he stopping us from getting out?” “Drive to the back of the building. You’ll see a carport. Get in there and head on up.” “I really don’t get why this is necessary. I’m with Philip by the way. He’s here to hel-“ “DISCREETLY HELP!” “Okay! Whatever! He’s here to discreetly help us brainstorm”

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that Whitney's mate is going to be a great threat to me and might foil my plans. Considering the information about Whitney's mate, I'm not just going to battle with Whitney alone but also with her mate. Damn! I need more information about her mate. "Rico, what is the name of Whitney's mate?" I asked. "He is popularly known as Alpha Vicker," he replied. It seems something exploded in my head as I heard the name. During my High School days, I used to hear of Alpha Vicker and learned that he is very wealthy, influential, and powerf

-Whitney) (Let Derick know that Brielle is okay and that I will not let anything happen to her.-Me) (Will do, please stay safe and don’t do anything crazy-Whitney) Whitney still has her link to the pack. We are not sure how it worked. She can link everyone within the coven and her pack. I think it is fantastic, and it comes in handy. At first, it was hard on her since she had two different groups bombarding her mind, but she learned to differentiate between the two and how to shut one off while opening the other. I know Jackson likes having a link to his sister. He likes Quade and all, but I

*** Meanwhile, Ruby hauled Whitney into a quiet Luna's room and shut the door. Whitney immediately paced three frantic circles, hands flapping. “Okay, okay...okay, so this is… a thing. A big thing. A wolf thing. A destiny-soulmate-Disney-meets-Cult thing. I’m not processing anything correctly, I am malfunctioning, Ruby—” Ruby grabbed her shoulders firmly. “Whitney. Breathe.” “I am breathing!” Whitney snapped. “Just… in a panicked-hamster-about-to-chew-through-a-cage sort of way!”

I wasn’t paying attention to what my brother was saying to me as he slugged my arm and laughed. I usually didn’t pay attention to them normally. But now, especially with the beautiful girl who yelled at Zoey catching my attention, I couldn’t look away. “Are you listening?” Whit asked as he took a meticulous bite of his food. He cut everything into even squares before he even thought about taking a bite. It was painful to watch sometimes when it took him more time to cut his food than to eat it. But no one else seemed to notice this strange habit.