Novel & Cerita White Online

I wanted to go back but didn't want to stay alone because as long as I was with my family, I was happy. *** "Pink or yellow?", asked Ama as she held the pencil colors for me to see. I pretended to think before answering. "Blue" a frown graced her delicate features as she replied "Princesses don't wear blue" she said choosing to go with the yellow and ignore my advice. "Who says blue isn't a princess color?" I asked feigning interest "Everyone". I rolled my eyes at the vague answer. "Don't say 'everyone' if it's just your friends who say so" she made to speak but I cut her off

I know I was looking beautiful and treasured and I can't help but flaunt the glow in my face. "White is usually associated with light, goodness, innocence, purity, and virginity. It is considered to be the color of perfection in our kingdom. As long as a maiden had never being mated, she is expected to dress like this till the night of her mating ceremony. However, for this particular dressing, it's meant for the royal virgins. You will be taken to a special cleansing ground awaiting the call of your mate, which is His Majesty," she explained, bowing.

I bit the inside of my lip and then sent my sister my location and logged out before she could ask me questions. She got out of the car and then we went in. Inside it was as beautiful and as huge as it was. The design was vintage mixed with a little bit of now. White was mostly used. I shook my head a bit, "what is it with people and white...?" "white brings peace and joy. You could literally walk into a house full of white and feel all the weight on your shoulder go off, you could feel at ease a little bit. I love it. It brings me souch peace. Follow me."

Whitey has now become Old Whitey. “How many years has it been?” “Have you met the person yet?” Old Whitey prostrated and looked up at the statue of Rinwell while crying gently, “Meow!”

"L e t ' s... g e t.. t h a t... h e a l e r. B u t... w h a t... w o l f...s h o u l d... I... g i v e s... h e r." "A... w h i t e... o n e." Vikas suggested. "B o r i n g? "M a y... b e... b l u e... G r e y?" Viaks rubbed his chin. "W h a t... a b o u t.. a... p I n k... o n e?"

“Mina, why do you like the white wolf?” Mina pauses at Iris’ question, lips pouting as she thinks hard. “Well, my mom said that the white wolf is the kindest wolf of all. That while she’s powerful, she doesn’t use her power for evil. And that the white wolf can make anyone feel calm! I feel anxious around new people a lot. I bet being the white wolf is great cause you never feel scared!”

"Yes. Is there any illness that Dr. White can't cure?" Mike went out immediately and shook Dr. White’s hand. "You’re here, Dr. White." Dr. White was about sixty years old. Although he was only a Rank 1 Evolved One, he held a high social status in Anchorage Base City. Furthermore, Dr. White was from the Hidden World Organization’s Hall of Medicine. Thus, no one was bold enough to offend him. Even a powerhouse like Mike merely shared equal social status with Dr. White. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Mike," Dr. White said, taking his hand.

Arianna The dress Arielle had made for me was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Pure white silk that flowed like water when I moved. The neckline was modest but the back was completely open, showing the mating mark Jax had given me. Arielle had insisted on white even though I protested that it felt too much. Too much like I was claiming to be something pure and innocent when I was neither of those things. “White is not about purity,” she had said while adjusting the fabric at my waist. “It is about power and the Moon Goddess. About claiming your place as the White Wolf. Everyone in that clearing is going to see you and they are going to understand exactly what you are.”

Why hadn’t I run screaming yet? “Sarah, there are only six white wolves in the world—one on each major continent. White wolves are believed to be direct descendants of the Moon Goddess herself. That’s where our coat color comes from. All packs across the continents acknowledge the authority of white wolves, out of ancient reverence. We mediate disputes and regularly meet with Alphas from everywhere.” I nodded, following—but what did this have to do with rejecting me?

He was handsome in every way June could have ever imagined and those black eyes of his, gazed at her thoughtfully and it was at this that June noticed she was still staring at the man that she looked away and pretended she was cleaning the bar her mind still wandering on the man. She felt like she had known him or she had seen him. “Mr. White! You came!” the woman, now revealed Clara exclaimed and June immediately knew where she knew him. Of course the best celebrity tycoon. Miles White. Flawless and spotless plus daringly handsome, more than the magazines had portrayed.