Leaning Willow Novels & Stories

Landon muttered as he opened Willow's diaper and held onto his breath. ‘Well she's the only one who can really deal with this.... this haphazard of yours and calling Catherine means getting a two hour berating for forgetting her lesson,I know she showed you how to use a diaper'.Lucas pressed further. Landon ignored him and managed to take Willow's diaper off which left stains of her waste on his bed and his shirt. He made a mental note to have the maid burn the sheets,his shirt and scatter the ashes in a faraway lagoon while he wiped off the remaining waste on Willow's little buttocks.

The sound of the lotion being worked into her flesh was making my ears ring. "Ohhh... yes! Right there, Eddie!" Mrs. Willow wailed, her hands reaching up to grip the sides of the lounge chair. "Rub it! Make me leak for the newbie! Mmmmnnnnn… show her what a real man's touch feels like! Yeahhhh…. Ahhhh ahhhh yesss!"

Roman took over the hearth to prepare the morning meal while Willow lingered in the washroom, letting the hot spray of the cleanser wash over her skin. Now that she was alone, the harrowing echoes of the previous night surged back like a flood. Her fingers gripped the stone edge of the basin until her knuckles turned white. She fought to suppress the memory, but the betrayal was too heavy to shove aside.

Tomorrow, he planned to take Noah and Lewis with him to retrieve all the belongings he had left at Shayne's place. … Willow had an amazing time playing outside. By the time she got home, she was completely out of breath. As soon as she walked into the living room, she rushed over and hugged me tightly. "Mommy, I think this is the longest we've been apart except when I'm at school," she uttered sweetly. Willow pressed her face against my stomach, rubbing it back and forth. "I missed you so much, Mommy!" I placed my arm on Willow's back, stroking it softly. She was like a little kitten, curled up in a tiny ball.

Willow put her arms around his neck as he walked out of the cabin with her in his arms. Jordan walked to the back of the cabin and took a short path that led them away from the cabin. The tress and bushes partially covered the cabin as he kept walking until he finally stopped. Willow's jaws dropped when she saw the waterfall. "Wow!" She saw pink lilies and daisies that carpeted the grasses. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed and touched some of the daisies. "This place is beautiful! Daisies, my dad's favorite flowers"

"Where? I don't even know where you are yet. Why does it feel like I'm dead?" "You're not dead, Blake. At least, not yet." "So am I going to die? I need answers? Where's Hailey?" "Come closer, come sit with me." After the sound of the last words were spoken, I looked up and saw a silver-green light peeking out from a willow tree in the distance. It was the most majestic weeping willow I had ever seen in my life. Instead of the average 12 meters, this willow was extremely so tall that I couldn't even see the top of it from afar. It's tall, lanky branches majorly hang down to the ground, covered in sponge green leaves.

Not anymore. Dante rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top of his shirt as he sprinkled peppermint for the final touches. He stepped into the living room just as the door to the bathroom opened and Willow stepped out of the steam. She wore Janice's fluffy white robe, the water dripping from her hair still, but she looked better now.

"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.

My breath catches as I take in the sight in front of me. The entire garden has been destroyed and Willow appears to be dead. It’s like someone has stomped around the garden with metal spiked boots then torched the place.The large Willow tree is black and the bark is splitting off. The usual humm of magic is gone and everything is far too still. I sprint to the base of her trunk and fall to my knees, sinking my hands into the ground beneath her branches, searching for any signs of life. Tearing my hands through the dirt I find nothing, sobs wrack my body and I wrap my arms around myself.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu