White City A Novel Novels & Stories

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

I replied firmly into Hank's mind with a nod which let him know to get the pack members I had outside moving on releasing these girls, and quickly. "So gentleman, how can I help you today?" Mr White asked nervously as he sauntered over to his desk, exuding a repugnant confidence. He gestured for us to sit, but I remained standing, my disgust barely contained. The room's stench was almost unbearable—a mix of stale cigar smoke, sweat, and a sickly sweet cologne that did little to mask the underlying odour of human suffering. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said with a smirk when no one answered while he leaned back in his plush leather chair. His oily demeanour was that of a man who believed

Unfortunately, the two people ended up empty-handed. Ever since that day’s encounter, the Undead Queen seemed to have vanished into thin air. It was worth mentioning that Whitey woke up. Even so, its cultivation was under the suppression of this place. After it woke up, it still looked tiny and could not turn into the huge Whitey. However, once the night fell, it became a guardian angel. With Whitey around, they could see without light at night. Alex and Phoenix could sleep peacefully. In Sinless City...

There were things I needed to discuss with Peter before he returned to Michigan. We took a drive around the area so that Chloe could give me a brief tour of the place. A fleet of luxury boats lines the harbor. Chloe explained that if I went on one of the guided boat tours, I would sail down White Lake, which would take me past Whitevale, the oldest town in Whitehaven. Apparently, there was an island at the center of the lake that was home to the landowner, Mr. Alec White. Dense woodland kept his castle hidden from view, which was such a shame. I would have liked to have seen it. Something so magnificent shouldn’t be concealed from the world, it should be appreciated. He should make it the to

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

“Don’t say it. Please, don’t ask me to call him back and turn him over.” ________ Captain White loves doing things by the book. It doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right. When he joined the police academy, he vowed to be a nice cop and always go by the book. In formal places he has served, he often got to work on the files rather than working in the field because he won’t join the department to compromise. This was one of the reasons he sought a transfer to New Orleans. “If you don’t call him back, I will find him myself.”

"Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him. ...

The sky above the City of Forgotten Authors split open. Black pages began falling like snow. Wherever they touched the ground... roads disappeared. Buildings crumbled into blank paper. Entire streets were erased from existence. The dark Adrian extended one hand. "Come." "You've spent your whole life searching for the truth." "So have I." "It's time..." "...for us to become one again." The White Book suddenly turned to its final page. For the first time... there were no words. Only a single question. WHICH ADRIAN IS THE REAL AUTHOR?

“I’m sorry this will hurt Star, don't try to stop it. We’ve gotta shift now.” I felt my legs snap and my arms. I cried out in pain before my back made a sickening pop. I crumbled to the floor for a moment taking my time to adjust. I stood slowly looking down at myself.I was human again and very naked. It was freezing out here. I didn’t have the chance to breathe as I felt pain all over. I looked over at Cain crumpled up on the ground. I had to do this quick. I, Star Whitlock, of the Blazing Moon Paxk reject you Cain Finch. I held my chest feeling like someone was ripping it out, this pain was excruciating.