Wicked Willows Novels & Stories

She shivers as if she is thinking about a bad memory. “And then what happened?” “There was a young witch named Willow. She was from a small village to the south of here. Her father owed a debt to King Michael, so he sold off his only child to be a feeder at Castle Graystone.” My eyes widen in shock, and I ask, “Why would he do that?” “He was desperate. Maybe he didn’t care about her enough. She knew he was scared. If he didn’t pay off his debt, he would have been killed along with their entire village.”

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish

“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.

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.

Willow I wake up tucked into my bed, with a small bouquet of white flowers by my side and a bower or silvery blooms overhead. A note on my bedside table in a slanted script has my name on top. I open it and read: Willow, I hope you have slept well. I left you some sweet blossoms to ease any sorrows and remind you of me. There is elixir for strength and recovery in the refrigerator and herbal tea next to your mug. The herbal tea is a human blend that tastes good and soothes the nerves, but isn’t magical. Call me if you need anything, anything at all. I hope to see you at the grand opening, but will understand if you want to stay away from the club.

Is this supposed to scare them? The sun was setting, it was getting dark. They can't really see what's more inside of the island because of the fogs, she heard the crows chirping. "I have bad feelings of this." She heard Desmond said, she agreed. This is worse than the forest where she met the wolverians, a second later suddenly a blue portal appeared. All of them look at each other, are they supposed to enter?

the host called with so much excitement while pointing at the direction where Buyer 65 was. “$500,000!” “$500,000 from Buyer 50!” Buyer 50 was a woman. She also wore a mask so she could possibly be someone important and well-known. Seeing that the other competitors seemed to have given up, I guessed she would win. “$500,000, going once!” The host looked around with anticipation. “Will Xavier Hawthorn go home with our young lady here tonight?” He paused. “Going twice!” “$500,100!” I exclaimed.

she shrieked, voice cracking into something inhuman, legs kicking uselessly against the car. “Do you want me to stop, Miss Kensington?” Peter asked, pausing. Maddie immediately shook her head, yelling at him. “No! Push that fist in!” Pete twisted and pushed slow until his entire fist disappeared inside her guts with a final, sloppy squelch. Cum squirted out around his wrist in thick ropes, forced out by the sheer size of him. “Damn,” he groaned, staring down at where his forearm vanished into her. “I’m wrist-deep in your shithole, Miss Kensington.”

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

If there is a flaw in the wax, it is a failure of your messengers, not my bloodline. The sentry’s bark of laughter was jagged. "What are you implying, Omega? That the Lady of the Archive sends trash to her guests just to amuse herself?" A ripple of growls and snickers moved through the gathered wolves. "Impossible," a Duchess of the Southern Vale remarked. "Lady Rachel Simpson is the soul of the Ridge. She would never soil her honor with such games." "She’s trying to scent-mark her own failures on our hostess," another added, baring teeth in a mock snarl.