Novel & Cerita Wand Willow

Cat ~Four years later It was the end of another long day at Wolfe Ranch. I was sitting on the grass on the front lawn of the main house and watching as Jacob and Ivy finished the last of their chores in the horse stalls. Owen was walking back toward me with them walking on either side of him. He had his cowboy hat on and a big grin graced his lips. It was hard to believe that we had been together for four years now and that Ivy and Jacob were now ten years old.

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

“Mr. Gordon, you only got us to pretend to kidnap Miss Willow and scare her a little. But we were blinded by our greed. Miss Wendy found us and offered us a whole lot of money to…” “To do what?!” Connor was furious as he yelled. “Miss Wendy said that Miss Willow nearly drowned as a child, so she’s afraid of deep water. She told us to kidnap Miss Willow and then throw her in the water. She said it will be fine as long as Miss Willow doesn’t die.”

Willow starts to walk down the stairs wearing a black mini dress, red high heels, red dangly earrings and a denim jacket. Her long light brown hair curled and free flowing. She was always a natural beauty and it pained me to see her dressed in such a sexy way. I had known Willow since I met Jeremy at secondary school. She was always a bit of a book worm, but she was starting to come out of her shell a bit. She was the Princess of the Pack and had watchful eyes on her wherever she went. I have a feeling security was not informed of tonight’s outing and the girls were hoping to sneak out without being caught. “Hi Brett.” Willow beamed as she looked up meeting my gaze. “You both watching the fo

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

She paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, we get the credit, you get the rewards.” Kayson shrugged. He did not really care about the rewards, though. The hair began to burn, and the smoke was fluttering toward a direction. “Let’s go!” Kayson had just finished speaking, yet he was already standing several feet away from Willow. Willow was shocked. “He’s fast!” She circulated her inner energy and followed after Kayson. She was a level-1 Admiralporium member and would become a laughingstock if she couldn’t catch up to Kayson.

His tone was as warm as ever. Willow chuckled. "Alright then. I'll make a reservation." "See you tonight." After hanging up, Willow stared at the computer screen for a few moments. Then, she turned away to do her makeup and change her clothes. Three years ago, she founded Willus Corporation in Portumville. Today, it had grown into the Portumville branch of Joywell Real Estate. She leased an entire floor of an office building in the heart of Portumville, where every square inch came at a steep price, and transformed the space into a realm of grandeur.

Willow whispered. Vance pulled up next to us. “Ready to go Willy?” “Yeah she will be in a second!” I snapped. “Willow you know what? Fine, I mean nothing to you, but you don’t need to be with that man again. He’s just going to hurt you.” “No he’s not. Vance loves me. No one will ever love me more than he does.” Willow declared as though she had practiced that statement. “He has a wife and a kid.” I said.

Walking in through the huge, opposing front door, she sees a few people sitting around and talking, their words trailing into silence as they look at her with wonder. “Everyone, this is Willow. Willow, these are just a few of the local witches, there are more of us elsewhere, of course.” Willow nods, standing still, feeling out of place among these witches. But she has no choice, she has to belong. She can’t stay with Alaric. The voices gradually pick up again, getting over the surprise of seeing someone new. “It’s lovely to meet you, Willow; I’m Zander, a descendant of the Vossen bloodline.” Willow looks at the clear-skinned young man, his dark hazel eyes a pool of warmth.