A Little Bit Dirty By Willow Winters Novels & Stories

Dante noted, "Hunters are supposed to be highly aware of their surroundings, but she's either oblivious or is aware and doesn't care." "Take your pick." Aiden said, "She's so buried in those texts that even my voice can barely reach her. She's really focused on this now and I'd hate to ruin her groove." "Don't worry, that's why I'm here." Willow said as she pulled a hairtie off of her wrist and pulled as much hair back as she could and made a very small ponytail, "I had a feeling that I was needed here, which is why we came." She moved past the desk and stepped into the room behind Amira. She watched Amira's head turned slightly, but didn't lift to look at her as she turned a page she was ju

she stands and walks up to Willow, "Do you feel anything when you are near Katarina?" Willow looks to me and I offer her a brief nod, letting her know it was okay to be truthful, "Well, I feel similar to how I did when I accidentally raised the woman in Doc's office. I feel as cold as death but there's another sensation. I don't know how to explain it." "It's like electricity," I cut in. "Yes. Like my body is full of electricity," Willow nodded, "but I don't know if it has anything to do with Katarina. I just know it started when you both got here."

The professor is still half-dazed as she starts tossing cleaning and laundry detergents in a small plastic grocer cart, along with various small cleaning equipment and even a very compact multi-purpose vacuum cleaner. The only time I was ever exposed to people who are that rich was that one time I was with Eddie in that damn fucking villa. And that incident is the biggest reason why I can’t even date, much less consider making out with a man or have a one-night stand! As she searched for her wallet inside her bag to get to Bien’s credit card, she notices the Manila envelope right beside it, its flap now fully open. She can see the red splatters, the slashed flesh of someone’s back, and blood

"Mommy said if I ask really nicely, you'll come home with us…" Willow stepped forward and shoved the canvas bag into my hands. It was still warm. "Tiramisu—your favorite," she said softly. "I waited in line at that old shop down south. Naomi… She—" "No, thanks," I said, stepping aside. The bag fell to the floor. The tiramisu rolled out, mingling with dirt. "You're not welcome here," I added. Willow's lips turned pale. She knelt to pick up the cake, her hands visibly shaking. "I'm sorry, Skyler. I was an idiot before—a blind, foolish idiot."

We go upstairs, walk through hallways, open doors we definitely shouldn’t be opening, laughing a little at first like it’s a game, like there’s nothing serious behind any of this. We reach a door at the end of the hallway, closed, and Sofi stops beside me, hesitating just enough for me to notice, but I can’t stop, not now, so I reach for the handle and open it without thinking. And there he is. Mateo, against the bed, with a girl, his hand slipped between her legs, his mouth on hers, both of them completely absorbed, like nothing else exists, like the world isn’t about to crash down around them.

Willow took the opportunity to find the restroom, needing a moment to splash cool water on her face and settle her racing heart. She stood before the mirror, dabbing her face with a tissue. Roman was systematically dismantling every defense she had. How much longer could she keep the past from flooding back in? "Well, well. Look what the moon dragged in." Willow spun around to find Cindy—the Red Witch—standing by the door, arms crossed. "I fail to see the appeal," Cindy sneered, looking Willow up and down. "You certainly have him wrapped around your little finger." Willow tossed her tissue into the bin. "I didn't have to throw myself at him like a desperate omega to get his attention. Perhap

“Sure.” I moved to the car, popped the trunk, and yanked out the thick envelope. I tossed it to him and he caught it mid-air, tore the flap open with a quick rip, and started flipping through the stacks of hundreds. His thumb rifled the edges, the cash flipping under his fingers. “I’m in.” He shoved the envelope inside his jacket and turned, boots scraping as he started walking away. “47 Willow Lane,” I called after him. “Nice little place. That’s where your wife keeps the kids on weekends, right?”

“Because you’re not surviving anymore, Cass. You’re living loud. The way you were always meant to. That woman who tried to break you? She’s a ghost. You’re the queen who paints dinosaurs, who commands boardrooms, who lets her husband wreck her so beautifully because she trusts him with every piece.” The gates of Blackwood Estate swung open as if the house itself recognized us. Warm lights glowed from every window, and the scent of pine and lake water rushed in when Dante lowered the windows. Lila’s giggles spilled out the front door before we even parked—bright, wild, unstoppable. “Mommy! Daddy! You’re home!”

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

She opened the note in it and read “a cup every evening before bed. 3 days only.” Now she had her trophy, and two options, the vast land in front of her and the noise behind her. She already knew escape was not an option because she could see that the fences were still very much holding, and very much high. Escape was nowhere in sight but her wolf, she itched. “You can't be serious.” She said out loud. “Now, you wanna come alive, Snow girl?” But she kept moving. She got to the third creek and then she heard the noise, much louder than what she had left behind her, and much stranger too.