White Hair On Brown Skin Novels & Stories

In order to clear the huge amount of money, the Davis's owns the Brown's. Kayla Davis, an eighteen-year-old girl, was arranged to marry Alex Brown, a young, handsome guy who was the heir to his father’s mega-billion companies, but a careless night with an unknown stranger might ruin everything for her.

My computer suddenly froze. The next second, my sister, Josie Bennett, appeared on the screen, covered in blood. Her face was white with terror as she screamed, “Nina, help me!” I looked at the pack of entities behind her, and my heart lurched. How had she gotten into a horror game? And an S-rank instance, no less. I had no time to think. I teleported in immediately. The moment I arrived, I saw a girl stomping on Josie, yanking her hair as she looked down at her with smug contempt. “You little brat. Still trying to call for help? Do you even know whose turf this is? Once you cross me, nobody can save you.” The players beside her quickly chimed in. “Exactly. Winnie is the woman of the top guy in this game. If you want to make it out alive, you’d better learn your place.” I stopped in my tracks, stunned. The top guy’s woman? Wasn’t I the final boss of this horror game?

She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy. *** I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He’s silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer."

When my mother first told me about the arranged marriage, Noah Parker lowered his head and kissed me, pulling me closer as we became tangled together. After a haze of passion, he carried me into the bathroom. Warm water streamed over my skin, but his words sent a chill straight through me, as if I'd fallen into an icy pit. "Go home. And don't come looking for me here again." I thought he'd seen the text and was jealous, so I quickly clung to him and swore, "I won't marry anyone else—" His smile stayed, but the heat in his eyes cooled into something distant. "But I'm getting married." He brushed back my messy hair, ignoring how my body trembled under his touch. "My fiancée is gentle and kind—nothing like you. She’d never throw herself at her foster brother like that. We've already set a date. If you keep clinging to me like this, she'll be upset with me."

When Delaney turned sixteen the migraines came along with nightmares of a life that was never hers. On her eighteenth birthday, she turned into a wolf. Yeah, a fucking wolf. With no family and a group of men on her heels, she is on the hunt for the man in her dreams. The one whose face haunts her vision every time she closes her eyes. The only thing Delaney is certain of is that she might be batshit crazy, her whole life has been a lie and she is searching for a man named Lach. She is back. It's the only thing on Falcon's mind, ninety-nine lifetimes and finally, they have reached the last. The final rebirth. She has no idea the hell he intends to unleash on her…or planned to. Until she stumbles into his campfire with a curse word and nervous chuckle before passing out. She is supposed to look the same every reincarnation. She is supposed to have striking white hair and golden eyes that pierce your heart. So who the fuck is this redheaded, green-eyed spitfire with the aura of the woman he was been predestined to slaughter in every lifetime?

Betrayed on her birthday by the mate she trusted, Aria Winters watches her world crumble when Marcus publicly claims another woman for power. But when her father is framed and arrested, Aria discovers the betrayal runs deeper than heartbreak. Enter Dimitri Volkov: ruthless Lycan heir with vengeance in his eyes and a dangerous proposition. Marry him for one year, and he'll save her father and destroy her enemies. It's just a contract. Just business. Just revenge. Until his mark on her skin ignites a bond that shouldn't exist. When Marcus escapes custody with murder in his heart and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, Aria's rare white wolf awakens, revealing she's Moon-blessed, chosen by the goddess herself. But destiny demands a price, and dark forces want her power. Dimitri will burn the world down to protect her. But can their contract marriage become something real before her past destroys their future? A forced marriage. A fated bond. A love worth fighting for.

The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years. She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt. I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over. I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands. "Lucas, I've liked you for so long!" I felt his body go rigid. He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze. It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross. I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest. He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low. "What did you just say? That you like me?" "Say it again." "If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."

{Sequel to 'My Possessive Alpha; His Reluctant Mate'} - Heather, a determined and impulsive daughter of the Alpha of Black Forest Pack, the largest wolf pack in the world, out of her quest for self-independence, leaves her loving family and pack to live with her uncle in the next town. On her first day of highschool, she encounters a new boy in town who quenches her anxiety from the truth of her reality that her loving family is no longer with her. 'Silver hair?!' He's Silver, a blind human in a wolf territory where humans are only but a few and Heather cannot ignore the inexplicable, sudden attachment to him. She has to try not to overwhelm him with her rowdy, obstinate and kick-ass behavior as to her surprise, Silver doesn't mind her lousy company. Attachment feels natural until she discovers his secret…He's a white wolf! An existence that should not exist! Now, Heather must promise to protect Silver's secret… Will Silver be safe in this new pack? And how can she protect him while trying to lead a normal life?

“I cannot. . . I feel as if I cannot damn well think with this mad need I have for you,” he groaned into the hollow of her throat. “By the moon goddess, I am not an untried lad, but I cannot stop, Germaine.” She threaded her fingers through his long hair and murmured. “I have no wish for you to stop, Keratin.” **************************************************************************************** Celebrating victories does not mean werewolves appear out of thin air, or do they? Germaine is celebrating with her friends in her bakery, one night, when three men, who obviously look out of place, suddenly appear, claiming they are from another world and need her help. She finds out she may not be as human as she initially thought, and the powers she discovers she has will come in handy. What she doesn't realize is it will involve her going on dangerous journeys with them, and almost getting killed. What she also does not know, is that she is destined to be the mate to one of them - Keratin, the head of the warriors. Amongst the white moon clan, she and Keratin are an exception to the rule.

My ex-boyfriend, the Don's heir, was getting married today. In the grand reception hall, the bride, Elena, moved through the crowd with a champagne flute in hand, toasting the bosses and captains who'd flown in from across the island. In the dressing room, Luca had me pinned against the gown the bride had just changed out of, fucking me hard. The mirror gave me back a stranger, hair tangled, not a stitch of clothing left on me, my neck covered in marks he'd left like a signature. The camera on the side table blinked red. Three knocks at the door. Luca stood up, straightened the white rose boutonniere on his lapel, picked up the black earpiece from the table and pressed it in. He tossed it at me without looking. "One night. Half a million euros. Anna, you're even pricier than I remembered." I watched his back as he walked out, and picked up the check with shaking hands. Rosa, don't be scared. Mama's got the money to save you.