White Teeth Book Review Novels & Stories

she shrugged not sure of what she’d suggested. Mr White immediately stopped crying, a smirk spread on his lips, he immediately stood up , walked to his home library, he picked one of his book, Selene and Pippa looked at each other with confusion. He turned with the book, he quickly flipped the pages, one by one, then he instantly stopped on one page. He lifted his face, something flickered in his eyes, satisfaction, he’d finally found a way how to get rid of Dave. “This is the book of laws..” he raised it for them to see.

Claire asked. "Did White ever tell you how he got to charm you?" Harriet asked, turning to Claire. "Of course not. He was so blinded with his love for the cold, and I was just a girl tending to her gardens. He wanted the most beautiful flower to charm the storm, and he wanted to be kissed by her. It was all from pure emotions as of then. Well, till power corrupted him." "I forbid you to speak," White said.

she whispered before I had the chance to ask before everything went black into a dreamless sleep. Stephen POV: After I let her friend take care of her, I went to take a quick shower. I tried to get the sight of her hurt out of my head, but I couldn't. I shouldn't have left her. I knew I should have brought my beta and delta, but I didn't think those damn things would attack tonight, of all nights. I let my mind drift to her wolf. Why is she pure white? I've heard of some being like that, but I've never seen it. It's very rare for it to happen, but then again, it's even more rare for an alpha to have a daughter so maybe that's why?

Wyatt’s POV Most people believed danger announced itself. They expected alarms. Screams. Blood. They were wrong. Real danger was quiet. It hid in the smallest details. A single change in behavior. A difference in growth. One observation that didn’t belong. Those were the things that mattered. I adjusted the brim of my baseball cap as I crossed the palace courtyard alongside several maintenance workers. Coveralls stained with grease hung loosely over my clothes, and a worn toolbox swung lightly at my side. No one spared me a second glance. Exactly as intended.

He eyed the bowl in my hands, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "Is that for me?" "Mm." I handed it over. "This should help with your leg. Once a day, every day, for about two weeks—you should start seeing real improvement." Titus took the bowl, gave me a look, and downed it without a single question. The stuff was bitter as hell, but he didn't even flinch. "Bitter?" I asked. He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Not at all. Sweet."

Books lay open across the desk, and papers covered almost every available surface. I reached for another old book that had been tucked away at the very back of one of the shelves. Unlike the others, it was noticeably thinner, its leather cover faded with age. As I brushed away the dust that had settled over it, three words slowly came into view. The White Wolves. My heartbeat quickened as I stared at the title for a brief moment before opening the book without wasting another second. “Finally.” The first few pages were filled with handwritten accounts describing the White Wolves as though they had truly existed.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.

He explained how Walter was his pride and joy, his once-in-a-lifetime treasure, and he owed it to him. That's why he agreed when Walter wanted to lock me away in that hospital. He was settling his debts with his own flesh and blood. He despised his own weakness, his selfish streak. All the pain I went through? That was on him. "No, I don't hate you." I shook my head, and to my surprise, Nevin actually cracked a smile. "Part of me wishes you did hate me. At least that would mean you still care enough to consider me your dad."

Neither option comforted me, but being the White Wolf wasn't about comfort. I would have to speak with Axton first to hear what he has to say about it. His perspective had a way of grounding me, even when I didn't want to admit it. Once I got home, I grabbed the books Axton had brought me and carefully went through them one after another. The pages were old and smelled faintly like dust and pine, probably a result of being kept in the library for decades. I read slowly at first, scanning for anything that caught my attention, then faster when the information became repetitive.

For them, I could pretend to be just a useless, weak Omega. Nobody knew my real truth. They just saw a poor girl in oversized clothes. They didn't know that underneath the dirt and the drab dye I used to stain my hair, I was the last surviving White Wolf. “Hide it, Aisha,” my mother’s dying words always echoed in my mind. “If the Luna ever sees your white fur, she will kill you out of jealousy. Stay small. Stay hidden.” So, I stayed small. Even when Luna Mabel treated me like dirt under her expensive shoes.