Ziva Paperwhite Novels & Stories

᯽⊱❈═ A U D R A ═❈⊰᯽ He had seen her again, had met those violet eyes he had seen lifeless, had seen that white hair without being stained with a viscous, icy crimson. He just saw her, being a child and simply... living.

"You have a piece of paper that was printed three weeks ago in a dirty tech shop near the docks." Daniel’s face instantly lost its color. He completely froze. "What are you talking about?" Mr. Davis asked, standing up from his chair. "Show them, Zoya," Raphael ordered without looking away from Daniel. Zoya walked over to the projector screen at the front of the room. She plugged a silver flash drive into the main computer. She didn't say a word. She just took a slow sip of her strawberry milk and hit a button on the keyboard. The massive screen lit up.

He took a good look at her, watching her heavy black hair move with the wind “What do you want?” “Your help.” He giggled “To hell with you.” “I know about Vivian” Brows raised, he smirked “Took you so long, I wonder why. So what is this, blackmail?” “No, just a trade. I think I've proved to you long enough that I can keep your secret, I just want something in return.” “You're a white wolf, you don't have a say at Blue Villa. You will only be setting yourself up.” She nodded “If that's what you think, I think you better kill me whenever you have another chance to.” She began walking away.

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

“He’s planning a coup.” “He wants to control the Alpha…” I nodded numbly. “then the pack.” “Kiara.” Hazel pointed to another parchment beneath the letter. “look.” It was a detailed diagram of the poisonous bugs, notes scribbled around them: behavioral control, mind suppression, obedience trigger, venom potency increasing, and beneath it: Experiment subjects: Alpha. Pack warriors. Domestic ranks. He planned to enslave everyone. My hands shook so hard the parchment rattled. “Vivian, who's Vivian?…” Hazel whispered. “she’s helping him?”

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

"I am a literal ghost," Maya whispered, leaning so far over Zariel’s desk her claw-clip scraped the frosted glass partition. "No, scratch that. You’re the ghost. I'm just the person who's going to inherit your favorite ergonomic chair when HR deactivates your security badge." Zariel Thorne didn't look up from her screen. Her fingers were frozen over her mechanical keyboard, her heart hammering a frantic, violent rhythm against her ribs that made her feel sick.

"Car's outside." We filed out together. Ziva climbed into the back seat. Her iPad glowed in her hands. Her blanket was tucked beside her. I reached for the passenger door. Jace stopped me. "I forgot something." His face was smooth. "Important documents. They're on my laptop. Can you grab them?" I sighed. Rolled my eyes. "Ziva, Mommy will be right back. Okay?" "Okay, Mommy." She didn't look up from her game. I turned. Walked back inside.

"Everyone knows the Rivera girl is a rare white wolf. Her pups will be top-tier Alphas, every single one. Whoever mates her becomes the future Alpha King." "And look at her—the Moon Goddess must've carved her by hand." "A wolf like that, blood like that, Is Damian insane?" "Poor Rivera girl. Her own mate doesn't even want her." The whispers circled. Everyone was certain I'd name Damian—they'd all seen how badly I'd fallen for him. In my last life, I worshiped Damian as my savior. White wolves are rare, which means my life was never peaceful. I got snatched by rogues once.

Then, I was blasted with hundreds of push notifications. 'Rachel Snowden, wife of Terrason Group heir, dies in tragic car crash at 28.' 'Goodrich Avenue explosion claims young socialite's life.' 'Terrason Group heir cries at the scene after loss.' I opened a news app. The first image showed Samuel standing at the wreckage. His back was bent as if carrying an unbearable weight. The caption wrote, 'Terrason Group heir refuses interviews. He has not taken his eyes off the crash site.' Another photo showed him in the morgue, kneeling on the floor with a sealed envelope in his hands. The zoomed-in image revealed the ring the robber had taken from me.