Boscha X Willow Novels & Stories

Gia didn't see it coming; the violent act didn't match Willow's sorrowful demeanor. "HEY!" Rose yelled, pulling Gia away from Willow. "Just remember this—I won't stay silent! How dare you!" Willow shouted, attempting to strike Gia again, but Rose quickly shielded her. Though Willow was tall and willowy, Rose was still a few centimeters taller. Rose's quick movement made Willow hesitate and step back. Willow's forlorn image vanished, replaced by dry eyes and a face twisted in anger. Her green eyes, once mournful, now glared menacingly at Gia like a doll from a horror movie, ready to haunt anyone who ignored her.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

Only a very powerful vampire can withstand the poison. With her signal, the other sprang into action. Within seconds, chaos ensued, some giving battle cries as they lunged at her men. Willow with cool precision, took each one out until her arrows finished. She then tucked an M134 minigun in front of her, got comfortable, and started shooting silver bullets at the mercenaries. They dropped like flies. Willow did a quick work of them until someone noticed her perched on the tree. Some tried to zigzag and reach her, but her men were fast. They might be a handful, but they packed a punch.

She suddenly asked. "Okay, yeah" He laughed. "What?" "Nothing? Anyways, she doesn't only help him, she does business with him" Japh informed. "Wow! What can she not do?" Willow rolled her eyes. "She has an MBA in marketing," He said again. "She has a lot of achievements and I think…" Willow heard the crunch of twigs under feet. A pack of wolves quickly ran past them making Willow move back and lose her balance. Willow stumbled backwards but something caught her.

Caspian replied. After hanging up, Willow left the company. She was getting ready to drive away. But when Willow was about to get into the car, two men suddenly leaped out of the car beside her! Willow was so startled that she didn't know what to do. Before she could react, the two men dragged her into the Maserati at the side. "Who are you? What are you trying to do?" Willow shouted. "Shut up! Stay put, or I'll kill you!" At that moment, a man produced a gun, holding it against Willow as he spoke.

"Oh, really? So what you mean to say is your witch doesn't have her gifts, and is yet to fully master her magic, yes?" At length I nodded. Before she could say anything else I cut in, "Look, I know... Willow. Where she doesn't have gifts or stable powers, she makes up for it with determination and cunning. She's a fighter and for now, she's only facing a difficult situation. She just...she just needs a little help from us."

“I promise to bring you back home, Nita. Don’t do anything stupid.” Soon, they were seated in the backseat of a Lamborghini Urus. “Drive,” Willow ordered the driver. Nita was a bit scared so she yelled. “Don’t think you can hurt me and go scot-free! I don’t want to have anything to do with you. Stop the car now and let me go.” Her words were greeted by Willow’s cold and indifferent stare. He was not moved. “I will think about letting you go only if you prove to be an obedient sweet girl.” He uttered.

Marlena, maybe… or another dancer. “Blaze! There you are!” She turned to see Willow bearing down on her, arms wide, a glass of champagne in one hand. “Oh, you look gorgeous, as always,” Willow went on, holding Blaze’s hands out to the side so she could inspect her deep red velvet sheath. “That can only be French,” she said with a knowing eye, that made Blaze smile. “Actually, it’s Italian,” she replied. Willow pulled a face. “We’ll keep it quiet… no one will know.”

She was doing her best to hold on as the bear tried to throw her off. "Dad! Bear attack. Help!" I sent out my plea for help and then watched the bear finally free Willow from it's back and she went flying. She flipped in the air though and landed on all fours in front of me. She stood between me and the bear growling and showing her teeth. That's my Willow. She was practically a pro.

’ It was a simple statement, but it ignited a strong, fighting spirit in Beatrice. Turning away from Beatrice, Willow looked down at her oils. Seven minutes gone. But more than enough time left to make something truly spectacular. ‘I won’t lose to her,’ echoed through Willow’s mind, like a mantra, as Willow opened a bottle of oil. From the sidelines, Adonis saw the shift in Willow as she sprang into action. He smiled brightly, subtly pumped his fist, and whispered proudly: “That’s my girl.”