Willoughbys Novels & Stories

Matthew was actually slightly surprised to see this hobgoblin again. The hobgoblin was only a bit shorter than Matthew, but its frame was wide. It slowly stepped forward and looked at Matthew. Matthew tilted his head a bit, wondering what this was hobgoblin up to. A second after that, Matthew got it. “Oug?” Matthew said since he did not know any goblin language. The hobgoblin nodded furiously. It fidgeted and gestured its hand into the cave. Matthew understood what it wanted and followed behind it into the cave.

Ynigo jokes. "What?" and Malcolm. "Gaygan Wyatt," he exclaimed, laughing. "Haha! Gaygan Wyatt is really funny!" Keegan remarked sarcastically. Link chimed in, "What has more letters than the alphabet?" "What?" the boys all asked at the same time. "The post office!" There was a brief pause in the car. "Oh, what do you call Gio when he rides in a jeep?" and Malcolm. “Passengio?" Link stated. "A passenger! What passengio? Stupid. What if he rides a tricycle?"

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.

Last night was ended abruptly when Alpha Wyatt looked at me with those silver eyes and elongated teeth, Cobalt was looking at me with a crazed look. He bolted as soon as I began to speak, like he was going to attack me. It was definitely not how I thought the night was going to go down. I stayed there the entire night until I had to get up to go to grandmas to get ready for my shift this morning at the diner. Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep.

"Shown by appointment." John Wilson was the agent's name. "I wonder if he's related to Asshole Wilson? I asked myself. Asshole Wilson was a guy I went to high school with. His actual name was Walter. I have called him Asshole and a few thousand other less than flattering names since I found out it was him that ruined the last month of high school and banished me from California for seven years. Asshole had wanted to take Crystal MacGreggor to the prom. He wanted her for his girlfriend. Problem was she was dating me and had agreed to go to the prom with me.

Not exactly. Alex is walking over towards us, tray in his hands. Seeing this, Alyssa stands too, which prompts Rob to scramble out of his seat as well. At least one couple hit off on New Year’s – ever since, Rob has been head-over-heels for Alyssa. I had been too wrapped up in my own problems to pay them much attention, but it’s cute. I’m happy for them – Rob’s got that undying loyalty that someone like Alyssa deserves. They both deserve each others’ level of devotion and adoration – and if I can’t have that, then at least they should.