A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters Novels & Stories

"Hold on, do you know him?" Willow slowly turned to face me, her lip trembling slightly. "Remember I told you that I kept dreaming about two guys and the blonde chick?" I nodded, silently waiting for her to continue her story. "And remember how I said I thought I'd seen the one guy over Christmas?" I nodded again. "Well, the guy who just helped us - Cole Winters - he's who I ran into."

"Is it that boy?" Willow was tense as she turned around. "It's Mia Thompson." . . . ________________

“Good morning, Barbara. Julius.” “Phillippa told us that you weren’t feeling well,” Julius says. “Yeah, the shift messed me up,” I answer as I pour myself some coffee. I have a few sips of it and feel better. Coffee just has that effect on me. “I haven’t shifted in ages,” Barbara comments. “I just hate it so much. Getting dirty like that and wanting to sink my teeth into a live animal. Yuck.” “It’s great, Mom,” Phillippa replies with a smile. “Sometimes it’s great to free yourself and kind of let that animalistic side rule.”

When the maid opened the door, it was not Wanni. It was Willow. She stood on the doorstep, looking beautiful in a simple dress, with her face bright with a smile. “Lillian! Hi! And Salome, Lydia! I hope it is okay I dropped by.” I was too surprised to speak. But Salome found her voice first. “Willow. Does Andre know you are here?” Willow poured playfully. “I am not a little pup, Salome. I had Buisness in the city and decided to stop by. I brought a peace offering.” She pulled a large, expensive looking bottle of whiskey from her large purse.

or maybe never I added in my mind. Seeing my parents stunned faces at the end of my mini speech made me feel quite proud of myself. I really hoped they would leave me alone now that they heard about the business deal I’m making with the Yamada’s, who just happen to be one of the most important and respected families in Japan (and fellow Mafia leaders). “We have already agreed to get you married to one of our good family friends, the Hawthorns. You will not disgrace us, and you will stop this nonsense and stop being selfish for once in your ungrateful life and quietly marry their oldest son, Ethan.”

Her hands stay on my elbow, but I think that’s more about her stopping herself from falling over in the shoes. We follow the red carpet, but it appears that Willow knew exactly where to go. She leads us through the house and out into the back garden. Colourful lights surround a dancefloor where a dozen wolves were already dancing as the music pumped out into the night “Will? A female calls out. A woman with short dark hair comes striding towards us in a very revealing black dress. “Will, is that really you?” Willow tenses up and I’m pretty sure she muttered the word ‘shit’ under her breath. I see some of my security prepare themselves. ‘Not yet.’ I link them

I pout and start to jog upstairs. "What's going on?" I ask Will breathlessly as I reach his desk. "Oh, the big boss is coming in today, or should I say the new big boss." Will rolls his eyes. "He some hot shot from England." "What?" I frown, what the hell does he want with a newspaper from New York? "Lilly-Ann!" Regina calls my name but with a hint of anger and irritation in her voice. "Well, I need to go." I widen my eyes at Will; he fully understands the, oh shit, expression on my face.

"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one." "Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would. "Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?" I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?" "At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"

The tips of her ears and tail had hints of brown in them. "Luke? What in the hell is happening to me?" Willow's POV... I woke in a sweat as my nightmares were starting to feel more and more real. I got up and walked out onto the porch. The cold air felt amazing. My body was on fire and it was tingling. I felt like something was crawling on me. No not on me but inside me. I looked out trying to calm myself when I saw Jim come flying out of the house.

Ricky sits in the floor by Wyatt's feet. “What are we watching?” Wyatt asks. “The Santa Clause 2.” Ricky answers. “Ah, Callie's favorite.” Wyatt says and Ricky laughs. “Yep. We each got to pick a movie. I chose Home Alone 2, Val chose Annabelle's Wish, Van chose How The Grinch Stole Christmas and this is what Callie picked. You get to pick next.” Ricky tells Wyatt. He laughs. “Just don't pick Die Hard. Wilder picks that every year as his Christmas movie. Callie always fusses.”