Ziva Paperwhite Novels & Stories

Right then and there, all I wanted was to get the hell out of that house full of lies and darkness. Past midnight, a ringing sound came from inside the study closet. A phone I'd never seen before was vibrating. I picked it up gently, and a thick layer of dust fell off. Inside were countless intimate photos of her and Pete. Videos of her holding flowers at his college gate while bystanders cheered her on as she chased after him. And a video of her laughing wildly after she finally won him over. It hit me in about one second. This was Jody's backup phone. She had gotten so comfortable because I'd been in the hospital for six months.

"That witch isn't dead yet, but she's going to be soon! Now, more importantly, I've got news! Portville has heated up again, so it’ll probably be our turn soon. Just wait! Those idiots are still stocking up on those useless down jackets and thermal blankets, so let's just watch them die from heat when they can't even get a single ice cube, haha!" Charles laughed proudly, Iris looked vicious, while Kate and Arthur both wore twisted, sinister expressions.

Isla on the floor, the snow beneath her was pink with blood. And then, standing tall before her was the huge form of the White Wolf. Bigger, more terrifying. Her claws were coated with pink snow. Before I could step forward to stop her, her claws slashed across Isla's belly and Isla let out a piercing scream. I froze on the spot, my blood ran cold as I felt a chill run down my spine. Even before I could fully react to that, the White Wolf lifted those blooded claws again and with a swift move, she slashed Isla's throat open. Stripes of blood spilled into the snow with the movements of her claw.

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

Unsure what to think anymore, Xavia retorted, “You… You’re lying!” “Figured you’d say that,” replied Ian as he handed Xavia a slip of paper… and when Xavia looked at it, her eyes instantly widened. The paper had a detailed timeline of Zivon’s investigation of Whitney, as well as what he had done after he found her… and shockingly enough, it explained Zivon’s three-day disappearance…!

Vivian conceded, her tone a blend of relenting and caution. "Thank you so much, young lady. You are such a lifesaver," he expressed his gratitude, and a grateful smile adorned Vivian's face. "So, what's the name of the book you are looking for?" Vivian inquired, curiosity coloring her voice. "The White Death," he revealed, and Vivian's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the title. "What kind of book is that?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. "Supernatural," he replied, his gaze intensifying as he locked eyes with her.