Novel & Cerita Waiting Under The Willow

When Alicia saw how grand Richard's procession was, she became arrogant and said to Willow, "See that, Willow? Richard is here to pick me up. Where's Caspian? Why isn't he here yet? Has he run off?" Willow felt a little uncertain herself. She had neither the confidence nor the mood to argue with Alicia, so she kept quiet. The Stewarts were busy greeting Richard and his entourage. No one paid any attention to Willow. Around 15 minutes later, Willow's old classmates came over. "You're gorgeous today, Willow. You look like a princess!" one of them praised. "Where's your husband, Willow? Why isn't he here yet?" Yannick asked. "It's not time yet. Let's just wait a little longer." Feeling unsure h

I've never liked hospitals—too much waiting, too many endings disguised as hope. Willow walks beside me, silent but taut, like a bowstring pulled too tight. When we reach the room, she hesitates. Her hand curled around the edge of the doorway. "She's in there?" she asks, voice flat. I nod once. "She's weak. Not much time left, probably, but she's awake." Willow doesn't move at first. Then she squares her shoulders and steps in while I stay behind, leaning against the doorframe. Close enough if she needs me, but far enough to let her stand on her own.

The air itself seems to thicken, charged with potential and expectation. Theodore guides Clover to the centre of the circle, where Grandmother Willow waits beside the sacred fire. The old woman's eyes seem to look through Clover rather than at her, seeing beyond the physical to something deeper. "The wolf waits," Grandmother Willow says cryptically, her voice surprisingly strong despite her advanced age. "She has been patient." A hush fell over the pack, and at first nothing happened. “…Oh my goddess, the bitch is wolfless. That’s too funny…”

"Ms. Jett, if you come any closer, I won't hold back. The child in Ms. Saville's womb is also a part of the Bassett family. If you harm her, Mr. Bassett will never forgive you!” Willow stood two meters away from them. As the wind tousled her hair, she revealed a cold, detached expression that quickly shifted to one of defeat. "You win. Both the title and reality are all yours." … In the car, Willow stared out at the night scenery. Her phone vibrated incessantly beside her. She didn't answer or reject the calls. She wanted to see how many times he would call and how long his patience would last. After an unknown amount of time and countless calls, finally, the ringing ceased. That was probabl

In the fifth year since Ethan used the Wishing Willow to make me obsessively, madly in love with him, he finally got sick of it. He was sick of my nonstop check-in texts, of me hiring investigators to track his location over and over. Most of all, he couldn't stand the fact that every time I found out he was somewhere other than his office or our home, I'd show up and put a silver blade through every woman who got too close to him. After I nearly stabbed Barbara again, he didn't care that I was falling apart. He went straight to Barbara's apartment without looking back. I stood outside the door and watched him gently touch the cut I'd left on Barbara's arm, guilt all over his face. "I can't

Sprucepaw rose to her paws once more when Wildheart began to take the lead. Reeds had begun to grow in a more marshy area as they continued moving forward. Wildheart pointed out landmarks for Sprucepaw to remember. There was the ancient looking willow tree that's branches seemed to reach for the sky. Sprucepaw had heard legends of cats meeting under the willow tree. There they would find the love of their life waiting for them. But she knew that it was nothing more than a silly legend for elders to tell.

Quilla pouted and blocked his way. Matthew had no patience for this pretentious woman and coldly said, “Move.” Quilla froze, then stomped her foot. “Mr. Grant! What are you saying? If you keep treating me like this, I’ll be angry.” “Move,” Matthew repeated. His eyes were so cold they could freeze her in place. Quilla opened her mouth to argue, but he shoved her aside and walked away. She could hear him talk on the phone as he departed. “Find Whitney’s current address. And book me a ticket to Austraya today.”

"I wish I knew you." His voice cracked. "It’s okay," he whispered. "I’ll wait." IAN'S POV I didn’t care how long it took. Days. Weeks. Months. I would wait. Because even if she forgot me, I hadn’t forgotten her. And I never would. Whatever they did to her, whatever they planned, whatever darkness was still coming for us, I would stand in front of it all. She was alive. And that was enough, for now. Kim and Jenny walked up to her. "Willow....you remember us, right?" Kim asked hopefully. Willow stared at both of them for a while before shaking her head.

Even alone, she could cause enough ruckus to make it seem like there was a group of people around. And so, Wilson had never found the west wing to be deserted. He'd even been scornful of Ivory for being so noisy. But now that she was missing, the place became eerily silent—too silent for comfort. He had always preferred the quiet. So why did the silence now make him feel uneasy? "Ivory, is this some dumb prank?" Wilson asked coldly. "Come out! I don't have time for these games!" Still, no one answered him. However, he heard the tinkling of wind chimes from outside. He ran out and looked up at the peach blossom tree to find the things that Ivory had once held dear dangling from the branches.

They moved as one, cutting through the forest like shadows. The moon rose above them, silver light spilling through the trees. Somewhere, Willow was waiting. And Theo and Atlas were going to tear the world apart to get her back.