White City A Novel Novels & Stories

She stood outside the big gates with a small backpack hanging from her left shoulder; her elbow arched to keep the balance of her back as she held onto one shoulder strap. When Cindy has narrated her possible scenarios at the very first glance she hadn't mentioned that real mansions so splendid and enormous still existed and would be a part of her 'possible' scenarios. It wasn't supposed to be any form of surprise given the vast name Mr. White himself carried, the house was a little big nothing to his wealth, possessions and even his physique or the businesses and organizations he ran around the world. "Come in." A gruff voice snapped June out of her trance as she realized that the gates had

Then another. The fire crackled beside me, but I felt nothing. Not the heat. Not the ache. Not the hollow void where the bond used to be. Just the echo of a white wolf’s howl, still burning through the forest I once thought I ruled. _____________ Luna Danika Bloodmark POV I stared into the fire like it owed me answers. That little bitch. That servant. That omega. That white wolf. She’d been right under my nose for years, scrubbing our floors, serving our drinks, sleeping in a hole like the trash she was supposed to be. And all that time… she was watching. Learning. Remembering.

"You don't need to come to my office for that though. I could just get you to give whatever information I need through Bella." "That's not quite acceptable to me," he replied as the helicopter began its liftoff, the sound making him raise his voice. "I would prefer a more personal interaction between us if you need my information. I'm a perfectionist, you see." I rolled my eyes at those words but I was already too loud to argue and I was in no mood to yell. We sat in silence as we headed over to the Valerian and I simply enjoyed the view as we travelled. Dradesvow was a very beautiful city despite its corrupt system and ruling class. It was surprisingly perfectly circular, with the middle of

I was ready to hear his version of the story, but I had him judged as guilty already. The doors parted and the white room looked different. The floor to ceiling windows were polarized and slightly shaded, but the light that got passed the filter filled the room with an amazing radiance. Even from where I was standing, I could see the cityscape in all of its glory. I had never seen Wichita in the daytime, and the sheer beauty of it almost took my breath away. With no cars moving and no little bodies littering the streets, the city actually looked peaceful. Just this side of the glass, with his back turned to me, was Juan Hernandez. His right hand in the palm of his left and behind his back, h

“The mafia world is dangerous anyone that wants me will take you to get me,” “But why do they want you?” “Revenge,” “Why not just get out? Avery, you don't need this in your life or the drugs,” “It's not as simple as you think. You can't just walk away,” “You can,” I nod, “You weren't born into it Avery, you can walk away,” “Drop It Whitney, “ I did i walked into the huge bathroom closing and locking the door behind me nothing like a soak in the tub to relax my mind.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

Once he could see a little, he was stunned by what he saw and so was everyone else. Mercedes's body had risen in the air floating above them. Her body was limp and still luminous. The shocking part was the spectrals of the White Wolves that were floating around her. The golden runes on their bodies glowed brightly. Everyone was amazed by their majestic forms, including Felix. It was their first time seeing the great White Wolves, and they felt honored to be in their presence. Felix was worried. He thought the White Wolves appeared to take Mercedes with them. He was not going to let that happen, even if it meant that he would have to risk his life.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

[The Silence of the Stone] The world didn’t end with a scream. It ended with a breath—his breath, hitched and shallow, ghosting against the hollow of my throat before the light took everything. I woke up in the white. It wasn’t the sterile white of a Macau lab or the blinding white of the spire’s overload. It was the soft, muffled white of a mountain winter. The snow was falling again, thick and indifferent, burying the charred remains of the obsidian needle beneath a blanket of cold mercy.

To her, he wasn’t worth the effort—just dead weight for her men to discard outside like refuse. When Edmund finally came to, the world felt gritty and wrong. His designer suit was streaked with dust and soil, and every time a car sped past on the busy avenue, it sprayed another layer of dirt over him. The once-crisp lines of his jacket were crumpled, and his polished leather shoes were smeared with mud. He was lying crooked in the flower bed like some drunk vagrant, the scent of crushed leaves and damp soil filling his nose. No one had thought to take him to the hospital. No one had even looked twice. By the afternoon, whispers had already spread through the city’s elite circles: Serena had