White City A Novel Novels & Stories

Elena Whitmore had always believed that clarity arrived like a revelation. A sentence spoken. A truth uncovered. A door finally opened. Instead, it came to her in fragments. A name mispronounced by an old family friend. A photograph shifted too quickly back into a drawer. A memory that did not sit cleanly in her body. She stood alone in her apartment overlooking Virex City, the lights below arranged in ruthless order. For years, she had loved this view because it reflected certainty. Hierarchy. Direction. Tonight, it felt staged. Too perfect. Too rehearsed.

“She is a woman in white.” “That’s just… ghost stories, daddy,” Aislen turned her head. The woman in white stood on the other side of the road watching them go. She did not act as if she needed help, Aislen told herself. But it was still very strange and her dress… “She was dressed strangely.” “She was strange head to foot,” Cameron replied. “What are white women?” “Woman in white,” Aislen corrected him, glad to be able to distract him from his terrible sorrow. “They’re ghosts of women who have committed suicide due to unfaithful husbands or lovers. They like to find a man and drag his spirit back with them.”

Her voice was ethereal and tugged at the heartstrings as always. Winter was closest to Frank and shot him a puzzled look—why did her brother always seem to have girlfriends everywhere? "Ahem…" Frank cleared his throat awkwardly, rubbing his nose. "Ms. White, I have a favor to ask." "Really?" Kim replied calmly, even giggling a little as she took a sip of her tea. "I left some bodies at White Court Hotel. Please send some cleaners over." Kim spat out tea just as Frank finished, choking just then. She had to cough for a while to catch her breath.

I bent down to pick up the broken pieces of what was once his lucky charm and continued, "Now, you've shattered his life with your own two hands." Betty's face was drained of color. She shook her head wildly. "No way! That can't be! He's supposed to be filthy rich! He looked so healthy!" "Healthy?" I scoffed, flicking my fingertip, sending a spark of magic into Joseph. He coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, his veins turning black, spreading like a web across his body.

He was panting and shaking in fear and coldness. "Hurry! They are near!" Then when he looked ahead, he saw light. Light from the rising sun. The white wolf stopped from running and turned around. When Vince glanced at the misty forest, the vampires were gone. He patted the white wolf fluffy fur and said, "Thanks, beauty!" The white wolf seemed to understand what he meant that it sat down to let Vince get off its back. Upon getting off, he saw a thick fog that covered his savior. Then he also saw the fog carrying the white wolf away.

It was understandable why Rufus was not in the favor of me just blubbering it all out to Asher. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t. I could not go up to him and tell him that I was the last of the White Crescents, the royal pack which was wiped out thousands of years ago. Guess it would have to wait till I can train my body enough to bring out my wolf! It was mid-February so the land was covered in snow. As I breathed near the window mist formed on the glass. I traced out with my index finger, W, O, L, F.

Almost that Don White questioned if it was just a nightmare, although without hesitation he gets up to take a shower, where he cried so that his tears were confused with the jets of the bath column, which had gold trim and buttons with emeralds, “how unnecessary, it is only luxury, something for people to admire or envy me, they would surely hate me, if I had to label in each thing the origin of the money or what was done to get it, it is clear that many of us would have to walk with our heads down and at this moment in which I find myself, the twilight of my life, which gives me the wisdom to reflect, I can't see myself in the mirror without feeling nauseous, all my sins, my crimes, for fav

Self care was a high priority in her book. Speaking of books, she wondered how her new, beautiful blonde friend was getting on with her manual covering the basics of art. If Hollis hadn’t shown so much interest in their doodling, Whitney would’ve sworn she’d only jumped at the chance to borrow the book so they could see each other again. The idea alone had her heart racing as she carefully stepped out of the stand up shower and onto a freshly washed sunflower printed bath mat. Recalling how giddy she’d felt when Hollis disclosed her sexuality at the bar made Whitney cringe for a second.

" Liliana, who did not say a word, turned as white as a ghost. She thought back to when she picked up the report yesterday, and the way I looked at her. So calm, so still, like a pond with no ripples. I did not even think to ask for her help. She had that nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, I did not love her anymore. However, facing that truth was more than she could bear. … Despite the chaos, the surgery was a success. When I opened my eyes, it was like the world had flipped upside down. Everyone's attitude toward me changed dramatically. It was rare for them all to be together, but there they were, filling my hospital room with noise and life, a stark contrast to the quiet isolation b

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”