Toh Willow Novels & Stories

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.

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.

Willow's POV After I got my shift off, behold, I saw Hailey . She rocked black ripped jeans and an imprinted denim crop top. I wouldn't believe her if they said she recently gave birth; talk of she put to birth early, and guess what? Twins! I'm so happy for her and Tristan, and recently they got married. I swear Jaxon has his hands full with a boy and a girl; the boy's name is Allister, and the girl's name is Willow.

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

Why was it so easy for me, so natural? We headed downstairs and grabbed coffee. The kitchen was quiet. He took my hand and led me outside. The air felt crisp as the sun climbed higher, casting long shadows over the estate. “First stop,” he said, guiding me through a stone archway. A secluded garden opened up, hidden behind high hedges. I blinked. This was the partitioned part of the estate. I'd never been in here before. A koi pond sat in the center, the water glinting, and fish darting under lily pads.

It just took a front seat to everything else we have going on. I pull up the web browser and start typing in the search bar, looking for anything that can give me clues about what had just happened. I know there are creatures with the ability to raise the dead, but they are usually dark creatures and from what I know of Willow from her background check and from meeting her, she is feisty and temperamental at times but there is nothing dark about her so there has to be another explanation. If it’s out there I will find it.

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

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.