Whitney From The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

The growl that rumbled out of Charles wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It carried the unmistakable edge of claim, the razor-sharp promise of violence, and something far more dangerous, possession. Both guards immediately halted, instincts overriding bravado. Whitney chose that exact moment to resurface from her alcohol-induced haze, lifting her head just enough to blink at them. Her eyes focused with the intensity of someone solving a world-shattering puzzle. Then she pointed at the older guard. “You… are handsome.” She pointed at the second.

He inquired, Whitney chuckled and paused. “Well, I’m used to getting hurt a little more won’t be bad. Is not like I had a choice, but I can save a handsome fellow. Then my heart can be at ease” he nodded with a sneer which she didn’t get to see and instantly allowed her to lead him out of the room. Whitney was delighted to save a young handsome man as she has never seen such a Greek god who was perfect. Except for her dad, Austin, and some of the males in the Bloodmoon pack, she hasn't encountered such a delicate man who is better looking than Austin who she thought was the real Greek God, however, it was heart-wrenching that she was going to meet her demise soon.

Lena walked forward towards the bed and handed the baby to her. Whitney found it difficult to carry Tia cause of the tight embrace she's currently captured in. She glared at him again and said, “At least, let me go so I can carry honey,” she said quietly as she felt some pain in her throat. So she kept quiet as it seems that her throat only hurts when she speaks. Maverick freed her but only for a second. As she turned sideways to carry Tia. He moved closer and put his hands around her waist. Whitney sighed not knowing what to do. She doesn't understand why this pervert is behaving so shamelessly today.

Blood and other liquids spurted out. He shot at him and this motherfucker twisted and turned, the coat rippling around. Xavier didn’t know if he was shooting at the coat, the figure, or shadows. And then the person disappeared but not before letting out another long whistle. It was a woman. Too slick. Moves too much like a dancer. And damn near too much showing off. His now blinded man staggered back toward the lobby screaming like a wounded animal and falling over the other dead on the floor.

“Does it look like I'm playing with you, Daniel?” Whitney growled. “I hold the power here and you best listen to me or I'll make your death as painful as possible. Now, put down the gun or I'll blow everybody's head off including your precious Maya here.” She suddenly pointed the gun at me. “You wouldn't…” Daniel said, standing her ground. “Wouldn't I?” She smirked. Her hands pressing down on the trigger. “Okay, okay. I'll put it down,” Daniel conceded. “Good,”

Noah Whitmore. He was the only attention I ever wanted. And for a while, I had it. He was my friend. Even when I secretly longed to be something more. But of course, he never saw me that way. Because one, he was a Whitmore, and I was the butler’s daughter. And two, he already had Vivienne, the love of his life... and my best friend.

Lion asked. "See, bad guy uncle makes sense. Whether I am afraid or not you won't let me go. I better save my energy." Whitney said. "Girl, you really are something." Whitney did not say anything anymore. When she woke up, she was slightly afraid and even panicked a little but when she saw Emma, all the nervousness vanished. She knew that Emma was not a good person and just looking at the place where they were, she knew that she might have been kidnapped.

Shane rushed in right after, pointing at Whitney and shouting. "You crazy woman! You stole the money from my safe!" Chaos broke out as people struggled against each other. Suddenly, Whitney slipped. She fell hard onto the ground. A piece of exposed rebar pierced straight through her abdomen. She cried out, "Shane!" Shane froze, stunned, still clutching her hair. The officers immediately restrained him, but Whitney was already gone. One dead. One imprisoned. It was over. A few days later, the company's fiftieth anniversary gala was held again.

A betrayal left a wound that didn’t heal easily. After dinner, Whitney left Clara’s house. Kelly messaged her and invited her to a bar for drinks. Whitney didn’t feel like going, but Kelly pleaded with her repeatedly, so she eventually agreed. When Whitney arrived, Kelly pulled her to a table and introduced her boyfriend. “This is Nolan Pierce, my boyfriend. And this is Whitney Rivers, my best friend.” Whitney saw a handsome man in a black shirt with captivating eyes that held an air of mystery. For some reason, her instincts warned her that he was dangerous.

Before long, bold Criszette asked the dark haired beauty to go out with her exclusively and the rest was history. A perplexing history, at that. As the ride began ascending again, Whitney let out a helpless scream and curled her hot pink painted toes tightly as if afraid to lose one or both of her strappy black sandals. Zette rolled her striking eyes with a curt sigh, glancing over at the visibly shaking woman incredulously. “You’re honest to God the biggest killjoy I’ve ever met. What’s the point of coming with me if you’re not even going to look around?” “I hate heights, Criszette. You know they scare me half to death!” Whitney trembled with fear, angry at herself for not being able to rel