Novel & Cerita White Online

I had to get to the bottom of this. “White Wolf, Alpha? Is it possible that it was the white wolf?’ I remember the tales that go on about the last white wolf and the special gift she has. Is that wolf even real? Or just a part of those fables. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting anywhere like this. I needed some time alone to think. “Thank you Jacob, you may leave now,” I dismissed him.

Violet laughed as she looked at the two of them. "I'll leave you to your debate. This woman needs to leave," Violet said as she walked away. He observed her as she began to mingle with all those officials who were talking and laughing. She was dressed in a glamorous white gown with something purple, just like a white witch. Looking around the crowds, he noticed a few people dressed similarly to her. Since their wedding photos and videos went viral, many people have tried to imitate her dress code. The white witch had made a significant impact on society and the world at large. He closed his eyes and let the beauty of the moment wash over him.

Finnigan asked, "You know Lucas White, right?" Abigail answered, "Yes. He's the CEO of White Corporation. He's wealthy, good-looking, and young. He often appears in celebrity magazines. How could I not know him?" Finnigan replied, "You know I'm not talking about that kind of knowing him." Abigail asked, "What kind are you talking about then?"

Jon snorted in amusement. That little conversation on colors paved the way to small chatter. Mostly on the superior color. "Purple is better. You can see purple." Jon pointed out, firm on his stance. "Elaine would agree." Wild gave a wolfish grin. "I can hardly see purple. It's more blue than purple." He retorted to Jon. "But you still see it, that's the point." Wild's tail thumped against the dashboard and the door as he fully faced his "opponent". "Blue still overshadows purple. Therefore, blue is still superior." Jon smiled back. "Fine, what about shades. Can you see shades?" Wild nodded immediately. "Black, white, grey, the whole shady spectrum." Jon raised a brow. "Really? Great! Black

He was either hunting for stones or wood to build with. "I see" I nodded withholding myself from nosing up in his business. "How are you certain then that this is a white wolf? They were all wiped out" I say cunningly "You really doubt me, don't you?" He asked "I don't completely believe you, and if that translates to doubt then, Yes " I replied staring further at the picture. It was a wolf but she wasn't white. It was a grey hound breed and I knew it was Aunt Jasmine. What business could they possibly have with Stones and Sons? I wondered

The moment I did though, it popped open, just to reveal the last thing I thought I would see. White. White walls were the first thing that greeted my eyes. All around me the bright color, glowed, while it burned the corner of my eyes. While I had no idea where I was, I realized there was something off about the walls. If I was being honest, they looked more of mirrors than walls. What was going on here?

And animated and overly exaggerated red X popped up claiming I was wrong. 1 chance left. Shit. "How the hell was I wrong?" Colour and creature! White and tiger! You know what? Fuck it!. This was probably just some dumb website created by some dumb kid to play dumb tricks on desperate people. Fuck the dumb kid, fuck my dad and fuck the gangster wannabes with white bear tattoos on their forehead. Wait! White bear? It was worth a shot. I typed in the words, cursor hovering over the enter option. Here goes nothing.

ATHENA The stranger held his smile as he stared into my eyes. "I knew I could recognize that blonde hair anywhere. There aren't many werewolves with blonde hair, you see." "That doesn't answer my question," I replied, my frown deepening. "Who are you?" The stranger was about 6'2, a little lanky for a werewolf but his red eyes seemed to glow like rubies in the low light. His facial features are quite prominent and he had an annoying smile stretching his lips as he stared at me.

Rage bubbled inside me, a constant roar in my head, urging me to confront and punish the cheating couple. However, it was not time yet. I slapped my own face, a sharp reminder to stay focused. I whipped out my phone and shot a text to my assistant. [Get every last one of Jane's family and friends, plus her work buddies, to the wedding. Oh, and set up eight HD cameras for a live feed,] I instructed. The assistant was on it in a flash, his reply a mix of professional and personal. [Ms. Lawrence would be so moved to know you're this devoted! Wishing you both a lifetime of joy!]

Most settlements were destroyed this way as my grandmother told me, leaving only three large cities in the entire world, the Hawks which is around Asia, Haven Point in Africa and A****n in America; which is where I and Elsa stay. The rest of the world is dead, more like a forgotten desert with little or no presence of plant life or water. In A****n, we are all expected to belong to a particular group from age eighteen. Elsa and I turned eighteen a few weeks ago and we have to take the final test that will earn us spots in the Foraging group among the Farmers. We have been attending lessons all our lives and today we will no longer be students but working adults. We walk confidently to the Tr