White Collar Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he leaned back on the door, confirming that there was no escape this time round. “I want to say one of your friend's invited you, but last I remember, you don't have friends sexy enough to go into OnlyFans. Tiff's a bitch, Sophie's gone AWOL for months, and Ellie…” he grinned. “Well, Ellie would never invite you.” My mind grabbed the confession faster than it should have. “Ellie’s… doing OnlyFans too?” I thought.

​The figure smiled, revealing teeth made of "Dialogue-Fragments." ​"I’m the Ghostwriter," he said. "And I’ve been hired by your father’s Real-World Estate to file an injunction. But it’s gonna get messy." ​Suddenly, the red ink began to flood the 401st Chapter, turning the blue sky into a dark, rainy night in a city that shouldn't exist. ​[NARRATIVE ERROR: GENRE-FLIP DETECTED. ROMANCE-FANTASY IS NOW... NOIR-THRILLER.]

"And here I thought my name sounded ridiculous. But hearing it shouted by that sweet little thing over there? It kind of suits a golden retriever." "Shut up, Albergio Giuseppe Galliardi," Giovanni snapped. "Just tell me where to order this stuff." "You don't know?" "Would I be asking if I did? Between the two of us, you're the pervert who actually enjoys gifting lingerie to women. I'm guessing that's all you've ever given Sage—which is why you've never scored." Carlotta was still trying to snatch her underwear, cheeks blazing red, fists clenched in growing irritation. Giovanni, naturally, ignored the rising danger.

“Here I thought I was your charming wife, having a fun day out.” “Charming is up for debate,” he shot back, his voice dry as Charon tired to meet up with the speed of their car. “And hey! you know very well this is hardly a ‘girls’ day out’ in the normal way. More like a supervised school trip for a very naughty student.” Svetlana giggled. “Oh, you two are simply charming with your playful talk!” Claudine just sighed. Charming? He was a powerful boss, and she was his prisoner. Some romance.

"I told him you would like it." This seems to make her feel better and she starts going on about what to wear, asking Sammy what the school colors are. I take my bowl of pasta to my room and plop on the bed to do some investigating of my own. I type in Alessandro Moretti fiance in the searchbar and boom, there she is. Raquel Whittle. She looks like a carbon copy of the blonde who thought it would be a great idea to warn me this morning. Apparently miss Whittle does not have a job, girl is living off of daddy's money, who according to the article, is on the brim of bankruptcy.

"Word from the secretary's department is that the Shadow Pack Alpha's fourth daughter, Cici White, started working here today. The Alpha put her in his own office." "Are the Shadow Pack and Blood Moon Pack setting up some kind of mating alliance?" "Don't forget Manager Cecilia's his mate. If they bond, what happens to her?" Everyone went quiet, trading looks before sighing. They went right back to sipping their coffee, gossiping about Cici's nerve, my bad luck, and Xavier being an asshole. I stood outside, listening. Then I went back to my office with my empty cup, sat there for a beat, just staring, then grabbed my resignation letter and went straight upstairs.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

’ While she wondered, Bowen chimed in, “Didn’t they boast about having found a good live-in son-in-law? Why are they trying to start afresh now? The rumors don’t make sense.” Ciara said mysteriously, “Bowen, why are you so simple-minded? I heard that the White Company’s CEO doesn’t actually have a good relationship with his wife. Besides, he has an illegitimate child outside.” Danielle’s heart tightened. She also turned to look at Ciara. Seeing the others were all staring at her, Ciara thought they were very interested in the topic. Therefore, she got up from Danielle’s desk and faced them to analyze everything. “A relative of mine used to work as an assistant in the White Company’s secretar

Throwing glitter over a corpse. Drowning in debt and desperate for a lifeboat. And maybe—just maybe—Malcolm had been one. Or worse, Malcolm had been circling like a vulture. And Wilbet had known it. God, it made sense. He had something to lose—and he was losing it fast. And me? I was collateral. Not just financially, but socially. A beautiful woman with just enough social currency to be palatable at parties. And just naïve enough, he’d hoped, to sign what needed signing.

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h