روايات وقصص ضمن A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters

Willow directed them to her previous board where she was staying before shuffling around Reagan's other hideouts. Thankfully, it is still intact and no one came sniffing around. Willow took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and get rid of the blood on her body. She feels dirty. It's as if the blood has absorbed into her pores. With each passing day, she is committing new sins. She is walking far from what she is. Before also she used to murder, kill. But then it was swift and not playing around. Now, she is torturing people with a cool precision that makes her shiver. She never knew she was dark inside. And this darkness is seeping out of her, pouring out with each pass

Not anymore. Dante rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top of his shirt as he sprinkled peppermint for the final touches. He stepped into the living room just as the door to the bathroom opened and Willow stepped out of the steam. She wore Janice's fluffy white robe, the water dripping from her hair still, but she looked better now.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

“What is your business with my virginity? Maybe you should learn to stop poking your nose into other people's business. Then you will live long on earth. Mira pokes my hand, motioning for me to stop. I ignore her. Someone needs to tell him that. Who else but me? He acts all calm and saintly, like he knows everything, but I know what lurks behind that mask. Mira bends down, picking up the rose vibrator and stuffing it into her bag. I reach out, snatching it back from her. Give me that. It is now mine. Don't take away a gift you gave out. I try my best to avoid the killing stare Ace is sending at me. He can do his worst, not like I care. Last time I checked, he doesn't bite. Please don't mind

The sight pushed me over the edge one last time as I touched myself. Finally, as night deepened, we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs. Cum covered us all. The bed was destroyed. The house smelled like one giant orgy. My phone buzzed one final time. Mom: Flight switched. Coming home tomorrow afternoon instead. Can’t wait to see you all! My stomach dropped even as Oliver’s hand tightened possessively on my breast and Ava kissed my shoulder. The weekend was ending sooner than expected. Our dirty little secret — now shared with four was running out of time.

The wind howled outside the old Victorian house, rattling the windows as snow piled high against the panes. It was Christmas Eve in Willow Creek, and Emma Harper had returned from the city for the holidays, hoping the familiar scents of pine and cinnamon would mend the ache of another year alone. At twenty-nine, she was a freelance illustrator, her life a whirlwind of deadlines and empty takeout boxes. But tonight, with the power flickering out from the storm, the house felt alive in a way it hadn't since she was a kid.

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

I don't want you getting hurt D- I won't get hurt. Open your window when you know everyone in the house has gone to sleep, I'll be watching A – Stalker 😝 Dean chuckled and ate his steak. His phone chirped with another message and he glanced at it with a frown to see it was from Willow. She was a wood sprite, not to be confused with a Dryad which only lived in Ireland and were tiny mischievious girls. Willow was tall and slender like her name sake with long blond hair and large doe-like brown eyes and was quite popular at school having a caring and helpful nature. She hadn't had any more trouble from Todd since Dean sorted him out.

Or worse… could I lose him for good? My fingers curled around the edge of the bench, nails digging into the stone. The wind shifted. A scent hit the air—one I hadn’t smelled in weeks. Ash. Smoke. Wild pine. My heart skipped. No. It couldn’t be. I stood quickly, scanning the horizon. No one. But my wolf was awake now—ears high, alert, pacing inside me. The scent grew stronger. I wasn’t imagining it. Somewhere beyond those palace walls… Julian was close.

Then paused before adding, “Wait! Send me the media asking for an interview.” I could hear the excitement in my PA’s voice before I disconnected the call. I opened the door to see the kitchen was a mess. Flour littered the floor, with some kitchen utensils scattered about. Upon walking closer, I saw Winter by the sink, her index finger under the running tap. “Are you okay?” I asked, rushing towards her. This caused her to turn to me. “I was bored, so I tried to bake,” she said, casually. “What happened?” I asked, but I didn’t need an explanation to know what had happened.