Willa Cather Novels & Stories

“The plan failed.” “Hmm, I underestimated Shaun and Old Master Hill’s courage. Not to mention that Catherine woman.” Charlie narrowed his eyes. He had looked into Catherine’s background before. This woman had only recently become the chairwoman of Hudson Corporation. She was only a hillbilly from a small place like Melbourne. However, during yesterday’s live stream, the woman maintained a calm composure while speaking to the entire nation of Australia—not to mention her sharp and incisive thinking while challenging the most powerful Hill family.

Amelia looked back at the library before closing the door, a content smile on her face. Author’s quick note: Heyyy I’m sorry I didn’t update for a month, I had a very huge case of writer’s block and I apologize it took me so long. This is my peace offering to you all. I hope you enjoyed it! Love you all and thanks for supporting me. See you at the next one! <3

His wife is a preschool principal while both of their children are in high school. The Smiths would be hosting a fundraising on the Labyrinth Carnival. The Carnival was named after its main attraction—a maze. It's a no-brainer to off him in such a crowded place even with hundreds of people witnessing it. After reading the e-mail. I decided to have a shower before grabbing lunch. I haven’t seen Victoria all morning and I kinda miss her intoxicating smell and her body pressed against mine. Truth be told I hadn't slept so soundly in a long time but with Victoria's body pressed against mine, I feel like everything I ever wanted is at my reach. She gave me peace no pills could provide. I shook my

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

She replied with a small laugh. Of course she was friends with the owner of Kika’s Glamour. It was the biggest shopping center for wedding dresses in the continent. Their dresses were cutthroat expensive. Royal families, Chaebols, politicians, business moguls, celebrities, literally everyone who had billions in their accounts all came here for their wedding dresses. It was like a show of wealth for them. And Hailey was a Kings. The richest family in Canada. It was no surprise that she was well acquainted with the owner.

“Your father left a hidden fortune. Investments, properties, offshore accounts…It is substantial.” I blinked. “And?” “It is to be given to the first of his daughters who bears him a grandchild.” My mind processed slowly. “The first daughter… who has a child?” “Yes.” “And only one person knew about this?” “Your mother.” I laughed softly. “So that’s why.” “That’s why what?” he asked gently. “The sudden interest.” I murmured. “The anger.” Mr. Howard continued. “Your mother was not congratulating you when she called me….She was asking how the will could be… amended.”

There are larger battles than desire. By the time I reached the northern ridge where my aunt lived, I had calmed enough to remember why I needed her. If anyone held the truth about my bloodline, it was her. Her cottage sat under the twisted boughs of a dead oak, the air thick with herbs and smoke. She was waiting for me, as though she had already known I’d come. Her eyes, pale and sharp like winter ice, fixed on me the moment I entered. “You look tired,” she said, her voice like gravel.

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.

Around her was quietness, the type that made voices echo and rooms tremble, but the figure seemed to enjoy every bit of the sound of the buttons and her silent breathing. A few minutes passed before her fingers rested on the keyboard. “Finally,” she yawned, closing the draft. For weeks, she had been working on this opening chapter, and finally she could begin picturing the next ones. Willa Hart was her name, a dutiful horror-ghost writer, an introverted nerd, and a die-hard bookworm. Everyone had long left, but as always, she was the work bee closing and calling it a day. Willa rolled up the sleeves of her pink shirt, displaying the crystal watch on her wrist. The time was just a little past

have found me so fast. She shoved the thought down. Hard. Across the yard, Jasmine and Kika were locked in a brutal spar. Jasmine—wild cat number 89—was dominating, landing elbow strikes and knee drives that had Kika (101) staggering. Serial stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed, shouting critiques. “Too slow, 101! You fight like you’re scared of pain—newsflash, it’s coming anyway!” Jasmine swept Kika’s legs; Kika hit the mat hard. Serial barked a laugh. Then her gaze shifted. Landed on Riley. A slow, predatory smile curled her lips. “Oh look who we have here,” Serial called, loud enough to draw eyes from every corner of the yard. “The runaway wild cat. Quite surprising how out of the