White Veil Novels & Stories

For the first time—. He looked directly at her. And she saw fear. Real fear. “No.”. Amina froze. “Why?”. His voice lowered. "If you make it to my residence, you'll be able to comprehend why I stayed.". The words unsettled her. “What does that mean?”. He hesitated. Then said softly—. “The Veil doesn't preserve people.”. A pause. “It strips them.”. Amina's throat tightened. “Strips what?”. His response was reminiscent of a knife.

ALEX It was as detached as people say it is, People wearing all black, overcast weather, and the little cries here and there coming from people who only showed up to make themselves look good like they were important to the woman lying in the lavender grey casket. After throwing the last white rose into the six-foot deep hole, everyone disappeared to the reception that Nancy and Nicolas had taken care of. I stayed, leaning against an oak tree, watching as they filled my mother's new home up with dirt.

It was as if the door had been sealed shut by an invisible force. "It's me," a gust of wind flowed across me again, and a woman with skin that was very pale, appeared before me. She was dressed in a flowing white gown that seemed to glimmer and glow in the dim light of the room. A delicate white veil covered her face, but I could sense her piercing gaze on me.

Daniel asked without taking his amused look off Sam. “It will be another time, my girlfriend is indisposed and we have to go back,” Arthur answered half uncomfortably. He didn't like that man, just as he didn't like the fact that he was a friend of the Deltons and Jones, it was obvious that he was part of their shady business. “By the way, you didn't answer my question,” Daniel attacked. “It's a private question, Mr. White. You alone have had the decency to ask about my bride's veil, it is a custom in her country," he lied to get out of the way.

I’d seen it once before—held above my chest like a curse waiting to be sewn. She didn’t rise when we entered. Just watched. Her body was half-shadowed by a scorched birch trunk, still upright but hollowed. Her veil hung to her ribs—woven of gray gauze, old as rot, embroidered with slivers of ivory bone that chimed faintly in the still air. I couldn’t see her face, but I felt her eyes. Like glass behind frost. Like being remembered by something that shouldn’t be alive anymore.

I asked. “Yes, My queen.” She whimpered as I nodded with a smile. “Shall we continue with the journey?” I asked and then she started walking again, until she stopped in a large hall. They are just behind that veil. The Veil represent that fact that they don’t want disturbance. “Good.” I replied as I marched right to the veil and removed it, a choked cry arose from Faye but my attention was soley on the angry faces that were in front of me.

That was last night and that's the last encounter they had before this wedding. The sound of the media outside her bridal car brought her back to reality. She pulled out a frustrated sigh looking outside the window of the car. She was wearing a White strapless ball gown with exquisite floral lace that fantastically hugged her gorgeous body. Her taut sexy breast emphasized the dress she wear. She maybe looked like a princess with a tiara atop on the elegantly braided hair of her covered with white veil. She remembered the superstitious belief that if the bride is wearing a white veil covering her face in her wedding, that simply

The uncertainty was overwhelming. Wearing a gorgeous, modern, and subtly sexy soft crepe wedding gown with matte lace detailing and a tulle skirt that hugged my body, I might have looked dazzling and breathtaking in my white veil, but I couldn't appreciate it. I remembered the superstition that a bride wearing a white veil was a virgin. I might be proud to walk down the aisle still pure, but if only I loved the man I was about to marry, I would be overjoyed to give him my virginity. It was a cruel joke, considering I had no idea what my groom looked like or what our life together would be like.

Vanished. Aphael's heart sank as he realized what it meant. Felice… is dead. What had happened back in the Moon Palace? “No…” Aphael whispered, his voice breaking. He staggered back as his mind was reeling from the sudden loss, the unbearable weight of it crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His body trembled, and then, with a primal roar that shook the very heavens, Aphael howled, pouring every ounce of his grief and rage into that single, heart-wrenching sound.

The hall was resplendent, decorated in hues of gold and ivory, with hundreds of candles casting a warm glow over the ornate floral arrangements. Guests mingled, their chatter and laughter blending with the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Olivia stood at the far end of the room, dressed in an elegant white gown that shimmered faintly under the light. The intricate lace detailing hugged her frame delicately, and the veil pinned in her hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back.