Piggy Willow X Player Novels & Stories

“I want to know why you called me Beasty. Why you keep acting like we’ve met before. I want to know why you’re here, in WillowRidge, and why it feels like you already know me.” He nodded, setting his glass down on the table between us. “Alright. The truth, then.” Adam leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “We did know each other, Beatrix. When we were children. My family moved to WillowRidge when I was eleven, and from the moment I met you, I felt connected to you in a way I couldn’t explain.” I frowned, trying to pull memories from the fog of my childhood. “I don’t remember that.”

Willow remarked triumphantly, "Have you decided on how much you're going to pay me to keep quiet? How about this—have a few of your company's artists do a free promo for Joywell's new product." "For free? Why don't you just rob me? Do you know this is extortion?" At that moment, the doorbell rang. Willow didn't bother arguing with Penny any longer and went to the door to get the groceries. "What did you buy?" Penny had a surprised look on her face. "You're going to cook? Do you even know how?" "I could always watch a video on how to cook." "Hold on." Crossing her arms, Penny gave Willow a meaningful look. "Willow Jett, there's something up with you."

*OUTSKIRT OF CROWVILLE* Was written on it. "Well, they should have just written it down." Hazel rolled her eyes. "That is the fun of it. Well, I am not missing out on anything that has to do with Halloween season!" Piper was excited as she took the pin from Willow's palm and pricked her pinky fingers which she used in scrubbing her ticket too. That same venue showed as her face beamed. "Hey! Come on! Look at Willow, she did it. What are you so afraid of?" Billy asked while staring at her from the mirror.

He questioned them. "Not unless it's locked away." Willow told him. "Please..." She took a step forward and Jayce mimicked by stepping in front of Lily. "Allow me to look? If I'm wrong, then we'll leave. We'll never trouble you again, but let me clear the air." "Let her see, Jayce." Dante pleaded. "Willow is an excellent Witch, probably the most powerful Witch to exist." Willow looked back at him. "It's true, and I've been alive for ages."

The shards flew everywhere, one slicing into my exposed calf. "I've already paid you back. If you keep humiliating me, it'll be crossing a line." "Am I crossing a line?" I turned to Colton. Colton quickly shook his head. "How could it be? If it weren't for you helping him back then, he'd probably be begging under some bridge." I turned my gaze back to Zach. "Did you hear that? You owe me more than just money. You owe me your life." Lifting my injured leg, I showed him the blood trickling down in a thin line.

I can't help but smile as Willow improvises a quick biography, "Meet Perth, a twenty-six-year-old Muay Thai pro and the proud owner of Studio 9 gym. He's a bossy boss and a friendly friend." Perth places a hand over his heart, pausing by the coffee counter where Lincoln tosses him a candy cane. "Perth," Willow asks, "what is your greatest Christmas wish?" With the candy cane in his mouth, he responds, "World peace." We applaud, and Maddy jokingly rates him highly in both the runway and question categories. And to think they accused me of being biased. "Next up, Perry!" Willow announces, and Perry emerges wearing underwear in the same vibrant red hue, but with a different style.

"Hold on, do you know him?" Willow slowly turned to face me, her lip trembling slightly. "Remember I told you that I kept dreaming about two guys and the blonde chick?" I nodded, silently waiting for her to continue her story. "And remember how I said I thought I'd seen the one guy over Christmas?" I nodded again. "Well, the guy who just helped us - Cole Winters - he's who I ran into."

“He thinks of me as a charity case. And if that is what it takes for him to fund my education, so be it. I will swallow my pride for a shot at a better life. I am a beggar, Lory.” “Why are you so cynical, Willow? You act like an old cat lady. Just because your life hasn’t been a garden of roses until this point, it doesn’t mean nothing good can happen to you after.” She sighed. “You asked for honesty and that is what I am giving you. As an outsider, I am telling you that you are more than a charity case for Mr. Rowe.”

"I have a gift for you. I must give you before the others. Promise me you'll open mine first." Devon's interest was piqued, prompting him to nod in agreement. "Alright, let's go in," he replied. As they went inside, Parker initiated a conversation. “Hey, Devon, how are you doing with the interesting project given to us by Mrs. Gomez?” He asked as they entered the house. Willow made a motion to rise from the couch to greet Devon, but Trevor intercepted her with a warning glare, causing her to concede without hesitation. Willow Harris was the beautiful sixteen years old daughter of the family. Like her mother, she had chestnut curls and a striking shade of bright blue eyes. She had an average

Piers sighed and shifted, propping the pillows behind his back. “A new player has joined the game, Hila,” he said quietly Hila sat up, all attention. Piers’ eyes travelled over her face, angular and beautiful in a different way, the face of a woman who had seen and endured a lot. “Nico Piccolo is proving to be difficult. There used to be a man who was the right-hand man of Alex Van Dyke.” Hila puffed out perfect smoke circles as she waited and then Piers went on, speculatively.