روايات وقصص ضمن A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters

Holly watched them scurry off, half expecting them to head inside and rope Andrei in, but they disappeared through a side gate she had failed to notice until now. As soon as they were out of sight, she returned her attention to the bar, trading Willow's half-full whiskey for a bottle of sparkling water. She uncapped it and handed it to Willow. "Here. You need to sober up!" "I'm not drunk!" Willow insisted as she pushed the water away. "And what's so wrong with what I said? Why were you being all politically correct with me? They are Russians, aren't they? Daddy calls them the crazy Russians! Even Liam! We all call them crazy—"

I pushed harder, a growl rumbling in my chest, when finally… there it was. My paws slowed as the faint rush of water reached my ears. Crouching low behind a thick bush, I scanned the cliff edge. Just like Tracey said—a small house, nestled precariously close to the ledge, lights flickering inside. I took a deep sniff, hoping for Camilla’s scent… nothing. Whoever was in there must be using a scent blocker, like Tracey had. I circled around, my eyes narrowing as I spotted them. Four… six… no, twelve wolves. This wouldn’t be easy.

Willow sobbed, her body shaking. Mint pheromones flickered like a dying flame. She clutched Dwight's sleeve, her wolf claws leaving faint marks. "If I were Madison's daughter, how would I have ended up in a place like Red Nightclub?" Her cries mixed with puppy-like whimpers, softening the thorny pheromones around Dwight. Dwight swiftly shielded her with his body. His dark green wolf eyes flared with protective rage, thorny pheromones wrapping Willow in a gentle cocoon. "I believe you. She's just using you to smear Madison."

FLASHBACK FIVE YEARS AGO ~ NIGHT ~ ~ LAKE VIEW BEACH ~ A young-looking June stood in front of the beach, she had walked up to this part of the beach this late in the night because she knew no one would be there by this time and no one would stop her from doing what she needed to do. The snow was falling, the air was chilling and the water was cold, it was just the right temperature, she walked into the water with both tears dripping from her eyes and melting into her skin, with each step she felt no regret as she pulled off her jacket, her cloth, and underwear until she was naked.

“Fab, this isn’t about your show or your art or anything except for you. Have you looked in the mirror lately? You look like shit. You’ve lost weight. The homeless man on the corner has better personal hygiene. Come on, talk to me.” “I’m fine, Willa.” “No, you’re not. You’re not over Blaze. You’re not even close to being over Blaze, and I’m worried about what it’s doing to you.” “I’ll survive. The show will be over soon. I promise I’ll shower before then.” Willow didn’t smile. She looked as though she was struggling to contain herself.

Willow was utterly confused. Theodore scanned her from head to toe and asked, "Do you plan to sleep like this?" Willow was basically covered in dust and dirt from the fall. She was too dirty. Before she returned to her senses, Theodore had lifted her and headed to the bathroom. "What are you doing? Put me down." Willow struggled with all her might. Unfortunately, she couldn't move much with her injured leg. Thus, Theodore managed to carry her into the bathroom. The bathroom was warm and moist. Kathy had even scattered rose petals in the bathwater, making the situation even more romantic.

-Cain- Willow was fluffing the pillows, truly making herself at home in the bed. It was rather fun to watch, and as I stepped out of the bathroom, I leaned against the doorframe, taking in the sight of her. Her long blond hair cascaded down, and she had changed into an oversized t-shirt for sleep. She was beautiful, no matter what she wore. I couldn’t deny that I had been given quite the gift. However, I understood Willow’s frustration. She was right. My reputation hadn’t been tarnished in the same way hers had. I walked over to the couch and sat down, glancing up to find Willow watching me.

"But I wax. So I hardly see the white down south." "Okay then." Willow looked away uncomfortably. "We are definitely off topic." Lily pointed out as the chaos unfolded. She opened the smaller box of cheese pizza. "Willow, please begin." She told her as she took out a slice. "Right. Okay." She set down her wine and a slice of pizza. "I'm Willow Crest. I'm from a small town in Montana." She started. "Aside from Janice, I was the only other Witch in the town." Her mood darkened slightly. "They weren't exactly fond of Witches where I'm from." She lowered her gaze.

“Rick? Why would he call you at this hour?” I step back to see right into his eyes. “Apparently, someone knows about what happened between me and Rita. There’s an illegal site called ‘What they don’t show’, or something like that. An unknown publisher published the entire article about it.” “Wha..what happened then?” “Well, thanks to Rick’s tech authorities, they took it down the second it was posted.” “I’m sorry. I know it must be hard for you.” “I...I’ll manage. It’s what I’m doing so far, anyway.” He spun his body to see the view of Vegas, thinking I might leave him now, but I didn’t. I hugged him from behind, placing my head on his bare back, and kissing it.

"There are a lot of things I don't know about you my love." Aurora smiled when she heard the word 'My love' "I love the way you smile, I can't wait to have your lips wrapped around my c**k, I have been denying for that and now that you've confirmed you are not Arabella, my desire to have s*x with you grows more." Willow said smiling. Aurora groans, she wished Kate or Lillian had followed them even though their presence wouldn't stop Willow from saying dirty things. "Please don't start with your pervert talks and let's."