Whitney From The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

One of his subordinates immediately took out a dagger and cut the rope. Whitney fell from mid-air and hit the floor with a thump. She could not move at all because of the pain. Whitney had been a beauty who aroused compassion in everyone who saw her. Now, she was a mess of bloody flesh. She was filled with hate. She hated Sebastian with every fiber of her being! Half an hour ago, she had been having a meeting at the office. She had been discussing the future plans for development and the direction of Frostwave Corporation.

The voice is faint but Cathy hears her, she runs in that direction only to see that she is placed in a cage and her hands tied. "George, she is here," Cathy called, Gregory rushed to her, he freed Whitney, and she hugged him and cried. Her eyes meet George. "Brother, you are here?" She freed herself and hugged George. "you don't want me here?" George asked her, and she smiled. "Come on let's leave." "Sir, we need to get out of here." The chief security said. As they move out, stone wants to stab Whitney. "No oh!" Gregory pushes Whitney, and he is stabbed right in his stomach side, Craig smashes his head, and George's eyes open to the extreme.

I knew I should have just went back to dancing with my friends, but stupid me agreed to let him get me a drink. I nod my head and follow him to the bar. “Hey, Josh! Get this lady, here, what ever she wants to drink. She is drinking on me for as along as she is here tonight.” Ethan turns around and faces me, “So, I never did catch your name.” “I never told you.” I smile as I turn to face the guy that he addresses as Josh. “I’ll take the strongest thing you have.” I turn back to Ethan to see him studying me. “My name is Whitney.”

Although Caleb protected her, but the attack happened too suddenly, and those people were determined to kill them, so Whitney was also injured. She didn't rest properly, and her wounds became infected. Coupled with a concussion, she developed a high fever. "Quick, get a doctor to check on her." "I'll do it." Tanner came over and sat beside Whitney. Whitney suddenly grabbed Tanner's hand tightly. Usually, when Tanner appeared with Carter, it meant something serious. Like before, when Zachary was injured in Northern Manya, or when Gilbert had cancer.

“Easy, there. You’ve gone white. No one’s going to hurt you.” His assurances buzzed in her ears like agitated bees. Werewolves. Giant bugs. This place was going to kill her. There came a time when even the most timid woman hit a wall. Flight was nice, but it was obvious there was no way to outrun the monsters now. Mathin barely had time to grab her as she snatched the gun from his holster. “Let me go!” she shouted, struggling in his arms. She kicked his shins as he wrapped her in a bear hug that squeezed the air from her lungs.

Whitney Lund throws me out of the base on the day my ability test results come out. "You were tested three times, and all three results show that you're a non-ability user, Maverick." Raven Lincoln, her second-in-command, stands nearby with a look of disdain. "Whitney has kept you around for three years even though you're just an ordinary person. She's done more than enough for you. You've already received the expulsion order from the base, so get out of here and stop being an eyesore." I grip the expulsion order tightly, a lump forming in my throat. I've spent three years following Whitney, and just last month, I nearly died in a mutant rat horde just to gain enough points for her S-ran

His eyes widened, and he slowly stepped back before being supported by Thomas. At the same time, Theodore heard the gunshot and rushed to check the situation. Shock was clearly etched on his face when he realized that the injured person was Mr. Hawthorne. “Mr. Hawthorne!” Theodore’s shout summoned Jasmine. The woman followed quickly, and as soon as her eyes fell on the horrifying scene in the room, her world seemed to shatter into pieces. Blood pooled around Mr. Hawthorne’s body, red and thick like a nightmare. “No!” Jasmine screamed. She tried to approach Mr. Hawthorne, but her steps halted abruptly when Mr. Merrick caught her and aimed the gun at her head.

"Boss ...," said one of the people in the room. He stared at the face of his boss who now showed an expressionless expression. "Is what you just said true?" said the man who was now sitting on his oversized chair quietly. He grinned thinly behind his handsome face. While the person in front of him just nodded slowly before speaking again. "That's right, boss. The white tiger gang ordered by the boss, not a single one escapes Stev's hands. They were all caught, and two of them died at the hands of Ellen," said the man informed.

She was still depressed, though. Her eyes flushed from the intense pain in her heart. "Lamborghini Huraćan Evo.” Mia exclaimed, giving him an angry look. She added another words, "Tesla" Why couldn't she, the stand-in, demand more if everyone was threatening her with her father? Adam did nothing but stare at her in silence. In a panic, Mia questioned whether she had asked for too much. However, his thin fingers barely touched her lovely nose before she could defend herself. "You have good taste." he said in a rich, slightly indulgent voice.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.