Toh Willow Novels & Stories

Without a word, we walk away from Joslyn’s grave, leaving a part of our past behind, as the huge Oak tree that had been once our hang out spot stood guard at our friends grave, fulfilling her wish to stay in her most favorite spot, forever, for eternity. ****************************************** The End

She asked and Owen didn't give an answer. “Let's go to the gardens. We Winters have a thing for blue, black a white, so the garden might seem plain to you,” he said as if she hadn't been there before. Owen clutched her hand, his fingers curling with hers. They walked to the garden enjoying the beautiful scenery. The East garden in the Winters estate was plain white, but right at the middle, black baccara roses were planted bringing out its uniqueness. “Annie would love something this beautiful,” she muttered while taking in the sights.

*** Willow drove back home to the Anderson's residential villa and she stepped down from her Red SUV parked. She felt relieved Patrick had forgiven her but she still had one more problem to deal with and that was the beautiful maid in the mansion. She sighed heavily as she made her way towards the house and as usual pulled the entrance door opened to the four-storey multimillion dollar mansion, and just as she stepped in, she saw Elderly Mrs Eleanor sitting in the living room milk coloured couch and reading one of their magazines. "Good evening mom" Willow greeted, as obviously her mood had lightened and she walked closer to meet Mrs Eleanor, with a beautiful smile curved on her face.

"I do not feel comfortable leaving you alone here." Slade sighed. "I'll be fine. Go." *** Wes and Willow continued to drive the car until they were no longer able to see the house. They traveled on the road leading down the hill. On one side, the tall forest trees were visible, tiny waterfalls, birds, fern, and moss; and on the other side, there was a slope and at the base of it was the plain land which was partially obscured by the fog. "Tell me," Wes said, his eyes on the road. "What happened?"

Willow stood in the doorway way watching as I strapped the backpack close. "No need my sweetness." She looked confused but as I opened the door she saw why. Jaden was parking a black SUV as we walked out onto the porch. He came up and grabbed the bags and loaded them in the car. "Did you steal that?" I chuckled at her. "Sweet Willow we do not need to steal we have more money than we need. After so many years you accumulate such things." She looked a little embarrassed obviously thinking that because we killed humans that we must also steal from them to. I mean she isn't wrong that is how we have accumulated so much money but once we reached a certain amount we didn't feel the need to do that

Small leaves had grown in random parts of his arm, it was as if it was made out of a tree, bark-covered the outer layer of his arm. He glanced behind him, finally noticing a giant tree, a willow tree. It’s thick leaves a shower of curtains, covering the broken interior of the cabin he was in. He felt drawn to such a massive tree, it was unlike any other tree he had seen, it was massive, it was as tall as a three-story house. He felt drawn to it. A magnetic pull urging him towards it. Subconsciously standing up with unsteady feet he went near it, touching its trunk, he could feel it was alive,

"Mommy! Daddy! Look what I’ve got!" Willow's joyful voice made William and Tessa turn around. Several years had passed since Tessa gave birth to Michael, and Willow followed him. Willow was the only daughter of William and Tessa. True to her husband's words, they had a daughter as their last child. They had no plans of having more children because life wasn't easy. Earning money was difficult, and you wouldn't find money lying around on the streets, not even ten cents.

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.

Her nose was red. It was noon, and the sun hung high in the sky. The car approached Lake Tolpond, where a secluded resort sat. It was deserted in winter, and things were silent and still. Only one cabin had smoke coming from the chimney—someone was obviously using the fireplace to make things warm and toasty inside. Willow told the driver to pull up before that cabin. Once the car stopped, she opened the door. Her hands trembled uncontrollably, and she felt stiff all over. As she got out, she practically stumbled to the door and barged in without pause.

"Never." Willow is married to Caspian Ivanov, the Pakhan's son and campus god. No one would ever get tired of hearing about the trips he takes her on. She's also the heir to all things Raventhorn. Literally. Her great-great-great-times-a-hundred grandfather was Raventhorn himself. The way people talked about her when we started college was like the excitement in the wizarding world when Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. "You sure you're okay? I know you must be on edge with Alessio coming back," Eilish states, tilting her head. Her electric-blue bob makes her look like a character from an anime.