Willow: A Novel Novels & Stories

STORY EDIT! IMPORTANT! It was brought to my attention that In book one I very casually mentioned that Willow already had twins with her husband Danny. That was an error. It wasn't a massive thing, just a comment made in passing by Roman. I have edited book one and removed that comment. I completely forgot about that as even though Willow is Roman's daughter, I wasn't planning on bringing her into the plotline so much in this book and wanted Roman to experience all the ''Grandpa'' stuff so that YOU(the readers) can see that side of him. So going forward, those twins no longer exist and this little boy is Willow's first baby. Sorry about the confusion, that was a mistake on my part.

“Noah Hill! There’s a limit to my patience! Don’t tell me, my family gave you all our property, businesses worth tens of millions of dollars, and yet I still have to support your family! You married into my family, but just alone, and not your entire family! When a woman marries a man, she marries him herself, and she still has to bring a lot of presents and wedding gifts with her. Are you telling me that when a man marries a woman, even though he’s obviously plotting to obtain her family property, he still has to bring his family with him? So that I can support them? Noah Hill! You’re too much! You think that just because I fancied you, you can be so arrogant? Even now when I’m pregnant wit

"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

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

Willow Hayes, the nobody transfer student, held more official power than Sierra could ever hope to achieve. "This isn't over," Sierra whispered, gathering the tattered remains of her dignity. "You might have won against him, but you haven't won against them." She gestured broadly at the watching students. "They see what you really are - a homewrecker who manipulated her way into a family and twisted everything to serve her own agenda." "No," Willow replied softly, her voice nevertheless carrying perfect clarity. "They see an Alpha who chose strength over tradition, and a partnership built on respect rather than fear. Your narrative is outdated, Sierra. The only person still believing it is y

Lucas’s POV I tried to stay away. I really did. But my mind kept drifting to her. I wondered how she was doing. Willow had faced two rejections in a single day and the same day she got her wolf. That was enough to break a seasoned warrior, let alone a girl who had spent her life being treated like a servant. I walked to her door, my hand hesitating before I knocked. I never knocked but this was different. “Hey. It’s Lucas” my voice came out gentler than I intended but there was no answer.

Flora said, offering her hand. "Well, if you need anything while you're here, let me know," Peyton offered. "I've been here long enough to know where everything is." "Thanks, Peyton. That's very helpful," Willow said with a smile that felt like it might crack her face. As Peyton walked away, Willow thought about that Bridget Jones moment again. At least Bridget had only been dealing with accidentally insulting people at a party. Willow was pregnant, didn't know who the father was, and was now having to make polite small talk with the woman who was probably already planning her role as Mark's rebound. She thought the last book was a little like her life. Bridget hadn't known the father of her

---------- -Willow’s POV- Later that night, as I lay in bed, I thought about the decision I had made. For a long time, I had been running. I had been hiding from my past, hiding from my family, and trying to protect Ace in the shadows. But standing next to Silas made me feel like I could stand in the light. I wasn't just a C-list actress or the discarded daughter of the Sinclairs anymore. I was Willow Mercer. I picked up my phone one last time and scrolled through the comments on the articles. People were shocked, some were curious, and many were supportive. For once, the gossip didn't hurt. I felt a sense of power.

Willow drove in, he had forgotten to take his suitcase with him to the party as he planned to kill the birthday couple. Entering the house, he stopped walking as he perceived blood. Following scent which led him to his room. Arabella was so engrossed with William as she tried to keep William head inside the water, he wasn't struggling anymore, that she didn't hear the sound of footsteps until she was thrown backwards with inhuman strength. Her body broke down the wall when she made impact with it and she grunted in pain as she slid down. Why did he come home now? She thought. Pulling out William much pale and cold from the bloody water and placing him on the tile ground, Willow noticed the y

Willow glances around, Mel’s arm interlinked with hers. “I’m going to the toilet,” Willow lies, seeing an opportunity. Earlier on she had seen a back door next to the toilets, knowing she could go out that way just in case, and she can just text Mel later saying she’s gone home. Mel’s arm loosens from hers and Willow walks off. Getting to the toilets, she walks straight past the door, turns the corner and opens the back door onto a dark alleyway. She begins walking home, her body relaxing realising that she’ll soon be in her bed, warm and asleep. “Olivia, honey,” a voice says, and she stops, her blood suddenly running cold as a hand snakes around her waist.