George X Willow Novels & Stories

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

That scumbag they were talking about was probably him. Xena and Willow were pen pals, and apparently, they did not hold back when sharing details. Just as he was mulling over this revelation, his expression shifted abruptly. He murmured, "Wait… what's this?"

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

I whispered under my breath but apparently Willow heard because she replied. “Can't say I envy you, Lex, that place is where happiness goes to die,” she shuddered. “Don't listen to Willow, you'll be fine, Alex. How's your sister?” George asked as he produced our food. The question threw me and I just stood there blinking. If George had a superpower it would be his niceness. It was so effective that people ended up opening up to him with just the simple question ‘what's wrong?’. And one of those people turned out to be my coworker Willow.

But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

Willow told him with a sheepish smile. “I know that I didn’t want her to walk alone,” Ehlark told her. “She left with no problem. Didn’t even look back at me.” “Willow, are you sure of what you are seeing?” Rayne stepped toward Ehlark. “I know what The Goddess shows me,” Willow told her with a nod. “I can tell you, Willow, that Xylia never looked back at me. Never seemed worried about me standing there. Not once did she ask me to stay or go.” Ehlark told her even though he had wished she would.

Harrison was seated to his left. “You are holding us back from eating. Sit down!” Adele snapped when Willow continued to glance between the chair that Marshall was holding out to her and the vacant one beside Sophia. Harrison did not say anything to her but he was watching her as if waiting for her to make a mistake so that he could jump her. Willow quickly made a decision and dropped onto the one beside Marshall. She shivered when she felt heat flow through her body to settle in the pit of her stomach when he murmured in that low and deep voice of his for her hearing alone, “Good girl.”

“Hey Sloan, have you heard from Willow?” “No, George asked me to give her some space and wait for her move. I didn’t mean to scare her. I just wanted to talk about things. I needed her to know the truth about me and how dangerous being my Luna could be so she knew it was HER choice. Not mine. My choice is her. Always. But if the dangers deter her, I will respect that.”

"By the way, there's a real estate tycoon named Cameron Lane. Do you know him?" Willow's eyes flew open. He stared at her, tense. "What happened? Did you cross him?" Maria blinked, surprised by how shaken Willow looked. "No, of course not. Calm down. I didn't offend him. But why are you so worked up when I talk about him?" Hearing that she had not crossed Cameron, Willow let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief. As long as you didn't offend him, that's good. It's not that I'm overreacting, but he's just that influential."

Theodore remained silent. Nathan couldn't help but chime in from the front, "Madam Willow, do you know that Mr. Theodore gave you that expensive piece so that the other ladies know how much you mean to him? This way, no one will dare gossip about you behind your back." Willow was stunned. "Just drive," Theodore said indifferently. A rare warmth blossomed in Willow's heart, slowly thawing the cold that had long encased it. She gently clenched her slender fingers, hesitating for a moment, before deciding she wanted to have a real conversation with Theodore.