Whitney Mathers Novels & Stories

Whitney pulled Mick close and pleaded in a low voice, "I haven't found Mommy. I don't want to go back. Mick, I'm begging you." "Whitney …" Mick uttered helplessly. "Please, I beg you," Whitney continued pleading in a light voice. Whitney didn't complete her mission. The Interpol members were all after her to confirm the status of the mission. Yet, she had more important matters to deal with, so she could only leave the Interpol on the back burner. Whitney didn't need anything else. All she needed was to find Violet before her time was up. "Mick, please, I want to see Mommy." Her eyes were bright, and Mick's resolve began to falter.

Fueled by my obsession, her profession, and my desire to keep Richard as a client, I prepared to learn everything about her. With an income of six figures, Whitney was at the top of her trade. Her rates, according to the website, ranged from over $500 a night to several thousand, depending on the services performed. Further research revealed bits of her past. Whitney had spent her youth in Chicago. The child of a single mother, her early years were stable until stray bullet-fire from a gang shoot-out in front of their apartment building killed her mother. At that time, ten years ago, Whitney was working at a Dollar Store and taking classes at an online university for a degree in business.

She said, "N-Nothing. I just suddenly thought about how I looked after you at the hospital with Mrs. Sutton a few months ago. You've been in Draepolis for so long, but you haven't called her yet, have you?" Whitney sighed heavily and shook her head. "I've been busy with building the new drug factory recently. I'll think about it. Theresa, have a good rest. I'll come and see you a bit later." Whitney gave the nurses on duty some detailed instructions before walking to the door. "Whitney!" When Whitney heard Theresa calling urgently after her, she turned in surprise and asked, "What is it, Theresa?" "N-Nothing…" Theresa had almost blurted out that Crystal had also been abducted, but the words

White whispered, "You are Rose? You are the one who tried to destroy me? Why should I listen to you? You could be lying for all I know." Sudden silence fell all around them, accompanied with a stillness that seemed to frighten even the heartless White and the sisters. Then a sultry voice whispered, "Because I alone have the power to destroy you. Not Claire, Kathryn, or any of my sisters. I came to your grave to destroy you. If I truly wanted you dead, would you be alive?" That was a puzzle for them to fix.

So aside from Dalton, Hollis repelled against any personal relationships. Then along came Whitney. Wild, beautiful Whitney York from Hollywood, California with her larger than life curly black hair and perfectly straight smile. Hollis was used to sleeping with confident women. Vain girls who gawked in disbelief when she turned away their advances for anything beyond a one night stand. Whitney wasn’t like them. Her beauty was radiant, but she couldn’t see it at all as a result of some childhood trauma of her own. And that was the thing...she understood Hollis’ deeply rooted pain. They both had parents who didn’t give a damn about them, while their siblings received all the love and attention

The impact was loud enough to hear over the crowd's cheering. "Jesus fucking Christ," I breathed. Whitney stood abruptly. "I need air." She pushed past us and headed for the exit. I followed her immediately, and Fabian was right behind me. Outside was barely better, but at least we weren't trapped in that warehouse watching people get torn apart for entertainment. Whitney was leaning against the wall, breathing hard. Her face had gone pale. "I can't do that," she said. "I thought maybe I could. I thought if the credits were enough, if Alex needed it badly enough, I could risk it. But I can't. I can't end up like them."

"Winnie! You finally came to see me! I knew you couldn't bear to let me go!" Whitney looked at him coldly and raised her hand, slapping the flowers out of his grip. Petals scattered across the ground and were swept away by the wind, like her shattered past. "For my own good?" Whitney let out a cold sneer. Her voice was sharp and icy, carrying clearly across the entire crowd. "So your idea of love was humiliating me? Trampling on me? Joining forces with others to deceive me? Watching me fall apart for your entertainment?

Whitney hadn't contacted anyone. She completed her transfer paperwork and stayed in the staff dormitory. She had seen Caleb's messages and many missed calls. But she ignored them all. Eventually, she decided to block him. When Caleb saw the red exclamation mark, he gave a bitter laugh. Whitney knew she couldn't hide anything from him forever. But he wouldn't be able to see her just yet.

My breath caught in my throat as Alpha Weston's gaze settled on Seraphina, the daughter of Alpha Mark, a powerful alpha from a neighboring pack. "Seraphina," he continued, his voice carrying a bittersweet tone. "You have captured my heart with your grace, your strength, and your unwavering devotion to our pack. It is with great honor and love that I choose you to be my mate, to stand by my side as the Alpha Queen." A thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a symphony of both celebration and heartbreak. My world seemed to shatter in that moment, my hopes and dreams collapsing around me. The weight of unrequited love bore down on my shoulders, threatening to crush me under its immen

You've loved him for ten years, and the old you would have run up to that woman to give her two hard slaps! Whitney pushed Summer's hand from her forehead and smiled. "You said it yourself that the old me would have done that. The old Whitney Sands died in that accident." No one knew that Whitney had entered a parallel universe during those three years when she was in a coma. She had lived with Henry there for thirty years, during which Henry cheated on her with Lexie and had a baby with her. Whitney had caught them cheating, and she went crazy, destroying everything at the party. She ran up to Lexie and then slapped her hard several times, and wailed at Henry, crying at him to get rid of Le