Novel & Cerita Toh Willow

"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.

and waited. The reason why Titanic put Willow up the consecrated pedestal of stakeouts is that because he’s so patient that he will literally just sit and stare at a screen for an entire day. A lot of people would say they can relate, but what Willow does is a more fulfilling form. He’d just waste an entire day watching, waiting and at the end of his seat anticipating to accomplish his task with the virtue of rascal patience.

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.

Afterward, Theo put on a movie, some action flick he’d seen a hundred times but still enjoyed. Willow curled up next to him on the couch, her head resting against his chest, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind kept circling back to the note. “The one with the fire hair. The wolf with two souls. She is the key. Find her. Bring her. Or he will come.” A shiver ran through her. Theo shifted beside her. “You’re thinking about it.” Willow exhaled. “I can’t help it.” His arms tightened around her, his thumb brushing idly against her arm. “We’ll figure it out.”

Willow got out of the car and breathed in the crisp afternoon air. The lodge was beautiful, overlooking the forest and the banks of the Lee River. A pang of sadness came over her, wishing she could have been there with Zoey. Two officers followed from the car, assigned to accompany Willow for the week. One was a woman named Chelsea. She was two years Willow's senior. The other officer's name was Derek. The officers were communicative and put Willow at ease during the drive to Riverlodge.

As they were both nearing 30, they recognized the need to prioritize their own lives and had an unspoken agreement to maintain enough space for each other. … After finishing work in the evening, Willow took the elevator to the underground garage, ready to head home. Before starting her car, she sent a voice message to Theodore. "I'm done with work and heading home now. Are you still busy?" Receiving no reply, she assumed he was still tied up and started the engine. As soon as her white sedan left the parking spot, three motorcycles blocked her path. The riders, all with matching black helmets, formed a row and looked intimidating. Willow's heart sank, and she immediately reversed her car.