White Hat Villainous Novels & Stories

He was soaked in them. How can someone be so positive? He thought in dismay. "You won't say but I hear you Alaya. I know what I did was wrong. I shouldn't have do it and let the matter take to court and should have waited until they punisher my father. But what i did I don't regret. Although it was wrong to do. And that all happened when I used to live in village. I ran away from there after that and came to Los Angeles. I grew up here as a orphan and completed my studies. And graduated in business management and after achieving several high degrees I got posted as a CEO in a company. Unluckily the owner of the company didn't had any son to who could inherit his company after his death. I ha

White t-shirt coated with a black and white check shirt and blue jeans. And lastly, obvious innocent hair looks for the innocent boy. Tsk... I can't stop myself from laughing whenever I mention the word 'innocent'. Believe me, you can announce Hitler the innocent but not me. I am born to be a bad beast forever. But what's so fortunate if I don't try challenging myself. Karien Vincent has never back off from challenges and never he will. If innocence is what it needs then I m on it. Let see how this wolf girl will react to my innocent personality mode.

"You get yourself another lackey." "Another lackey?" Jana scoffed. "Do you really think Myriad White is the villain boss here? No. She's just a canon fodder. A stepping stone for Hyacinth's stairway to infinite glory. Her journey doesn't even qualify as her opponent. It's a one way fight, with Hyacinth hitting her and she, herself, allowing the abuse without thinking. She thought she get the revenge that she wanted, but in fact, she's just playing the part that Hyacinth wants her to do." "Wow... and here I thought I'm an experienced player inside the game. You're more qualified to be called an expert."

His eyes went wide, his jaw dropping as he stared at the glowing, white creature standing where Eloise had been. "Eloise?" his voice whispered through the mental link, filled with a mixture of awe and terror. Viper let out a low, shaky whistle. "Hell of a trick, Princess." Vane leaned forward, his nostrils flaring. Caspian stood up from his seat as if to get a better look. Silas was leaning so far over the balcony, he almost fell. His face was a mask of shock and greed. "A White Wolf... the legendary phenotype. She’s perfect!"

“The White Wolf is a bitch called Sylvia, who looks like a dog; just like you. Her fur is pure white, so you can’t miss her, but she is very fast. We tried to capture her in the past a few years back with another Soul Stealer, but she found out our plan and ripped his head off. She has two children, Ringo and Orlando; you can try to get to her through them if you can. Her brother, Xaivier, is always around; killing him first before making a move would be wise.” “Sir….” I began, and tried to place my words carefully “why do you need her exactly? Does she have special abilities or something? I’m sure you have lots of others here that are more valuable than a white dog.” “Prying into things tha

From the man who believes he is always in control. Long time, Gianne, he wrote, adding a laughing emoji. Thor. Asshole.

I've been fighting them for years and even I struggle still. Let's also not forget White. If you thought Karver was crazy, you haven't met White. He huge. Built like a brick shithouse. Mean, deceitful, vengeful. He'd torture you just because he's bored. He presence commands respect and demands fear. The guy is a thing of nightmares. I don't know why we ever thought he was a Gamma. I'm broken from my thoughts when we are forced to stop. River shifts and peers over the edge of cliff. He turns waving us back with a finger to his lips.

Vicky shouted emotionally, tears streaming down her face. “He refused to give up on me. He kept coming back to find me. I was afraid Mr. White would beat him to death, afraid people would discover where he came from, so I warned him—if he came looking for me again, I’d expose that he was from the slums. How was I supposed to know Mr. White would overhear it?” Hearing this, Heloise laughed. The laughter was dripping with ridicule. “So innocent of you.” Innocent for betraying Steven. Innocent for becoming a rich heir’s plaything.

I took my seat without a word and wait for the sermon begin. Valentina strode into the chamber like a blade in motion, sharp heels echoing against the stone floor, trench coat sweeping behind her like the wing of a vulture. All the whispers died. All breaths held. She has a lot of scars not only in her face but all over her neck. She was also known as Miss White. A woman who forgot what emotion was. A woman who’s a manager in a hotel during the day but a top assassin at night. She walked straight to the front, tapping a few keys on her laptop before turning on the massive wall-mounted screen.

“All that are just theories manufactured by some privileged Alpha to get rid of us.” Us? The fact that he used that word is enough to tell that he doesn’t see himself as a normal wolf like us. “You have been poisoning my wolf and me. And I overheard your conversations. That alone proves that you are bad.” “There are bad people everywhere, Dr. White. Your people call themselves the good wolves, yet every day, there is a case of gruesome death, rape, dehumanization, crime, and whatnot. You are no better. And no, we are good people.”