Leaning Willow Novels & Stories

Upstairs in our bedroom ,I made her lift her shirt up and unscrewed the small bottle , the greenish paste-like substance stared back at me, it had no smell . I scoped just a little amount and placed it on the injury and she flinched under my touch, her ribs jutting out. "I also have to rub this on the injuries at your back." I said my eyes fixed on the injury which was already turning purple at the edges. "Why is it called Willow's Tears?" She asked in a small voice, it actually surprised me that she could speak to me and I knew she had been rehearsing it since forever. " It's because the Willow tree produces a tear like sap and seems to make a crying sound when one scopes it. When it dries

Willow told him as she started grabbing a few things. “Nix, if you would please help me here, get me a lighter,” Willow asked. Nix looked worried but moved to the shelf to grab the lighter. When she came back, she noticed that Willow was putting some kind of powder on the wound.

Now he was a liability. “What’s Willow’s angle?” I asked. “She wants distance,” Ella replied. “Publicly. Quietly.” “From him?” “From everything that looks chaotic.” Meaning Lily. Meaning scandal. Meaning unpredictability. I smiled slightly. “Distance won’t work.” “No,” Ella agreed. “But erosion will.” I leaned back in my seat. “Tell me.” We met at Willow’s townhouse that evening. Of course it wasn’t the mansion; that would imply concession, and Willow never conceded territory.

Willow was seated under a large tree on the grass of the university. She had no class at that time and figured it would be nice to spend some time under the tree with the it giving shade from the scorching sun. She was dressed in a red and white plaid skirt that stopped a little above her knee and a red crop top. Willow wasn't the fittest person anyone would know and unlike her best friend, her tummy wasn't flat so she was glad her skirt had a high waist.

“Take it to her right away. She has to drink it while it’s still hot.” I watch as Glenn calls to Tully, taking her to their tent to sort out their little problem. A minute later, Willow joins me, scrunching herself up in a little ball on the log, curling her arms under her body as she stares into the crackling fire. Her lips are blue and she’s shivering so wildly that I'm afraid she'll fall off. “The fire’s not helping?” I ask. “Not even a little.” “Don’t you have some magic you can use?”

ALEX The hum of the engines in my private jet filled the cabin as I glanced out the window, the sprawling expanse of upstate New York unfurling beneath me. As the plane made its descent, Willowbrook came into sharp focus. From this vantage, it was a breathtaking panorama of autumnal beauty. The town nestled serenely amidst a mosaic of gold, crimson, and russet hues, with rooftops and winding streets offering the promise of charm and business. It was small but bustling, not a desolate backwater as many such towns turned out to be, but a lively heartbeat in the vast New York landscape.

Chapter 12. *.*. Willow started riding on the lonely lane that led to Crowville's Spring. She got amazed when she noticed that there was no settlement there as the place was filled with shrubs and trees. When she had ridden for close to an hour, she heard the sound of the spring as it was flowing. She continued riding until she saw the spring. She stopped the bicycle and packed it close to a fallen tree as she could no longer ride her bicycle on the path she saw, as it was filled with pebbles and little rocks.

Willow replied, “Let's run shall we?” Jaden said and Willow took off immediately with Jaden following. As they ran through the forest, they felt the wind rushing through their fur and the ground pounding beneath their paws. Willow led the way as they weaved through the trees and over the hills. They chased each other, playfully nipping at each other's heels and laughing as they frolicked in the sun. Eventually, they came across a small river, and Willow splashed into the water, causing droplets to fly up into the air. Jaden joined her, and they both swam around, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the water.

"I understand that you are getting older." Willow pulls the remnants of her gloves off her wrists and shirt over her head. She drops the tattered rag at my feet before strutting into the bathroom. The little minx knows precisely what she is doing, and I know that she is eventually going to win. But that doesn't mean that I have to make it easy on her. As I stare dumbly in the direction of the bathroom, her black leather pants come flying out the door, along with a pair of pink lace panties. Biting on my fist to suppress a groan, I begin to strip off my clothes and run into the bathroom.

she shook her head in disagreement. We polish off the food on mour plates and I carry them to the sink, rinsing them off. I would put them in the dishwasher in the morning. I turn to find Willow standing behind me. She traces her fingers along my stomach, outlining each muscle along the way. I am frozen to the spot as the rush of electricity courses through my body at the feel of her hands and my cock twitches. "I want you to mark me."