Willow: A Novel Novels & Stories

“Tell me, if it were you, would you have stolen property papers and faked your death, leaving your children and husband behind just because you didn’t want to accept me for who I am? If Lillian had cared, she would’ve at least stayed till I came back from my trip. All she wanted was the money, as rich as she was, she did not care about our children. Do think I have not tried my best with Lillian? Do you think I had not tried countless times to save of marriage that was helplessly falling apart for these children? Have these children ever told you that they missed their mother? Isabella? She’s four, she’s fucking four years old and all she got from Lillian was nothing when she was here, did s

“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.

“Not. A. Chance.” A low growl erupted from his throat like last night. “As much as I’d love to kick your ass right here in this bar, Owen... I can’t. It would be unwise.” If I wanted Willie to see me differently, I needed to refrain from beating up Owen, no matter how much I want to. Willie would never forgive me and she is about to be forced to spend the rest of her life with me, so I’d rather make it easier on her. She might hate me right now, but I’m going to change that. I’ve known since the moment I’ve laid eyes on her that she was bound to be mine. Wolves find their mates differently, and as the elders predicted, Willow and I are two souls bound together. I can feel our connection. Wha

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.

It seems her brain went back to before she came to Ridgeway Academy. Kim and Jenny walked up to her. "Willow....you remember us, right?" Kim asked hopefully. Willow stared at both of them for a long moment, her brows knitting together as if she were searching through fog. After a few seconds, she shook her head slowly, confusion clouding her eyes.

I had to do something to get my mind off the shit that was happening in this house. I rose and made my way to my study. If Jensyn was going to wear the crown of being my wife in front of Willow, I needed to remember why I’d placed it on her head in the first place. To ACT as my wife. *** Willow arrived just before sunset, sunlight caught the glint of gold threads woven into her jacket. Her heels clicked confidently across the marble, announcing her presence like a Queen. Long waves of honey-blonde hair bounced with every elegant stride she took. She was tall and graceful, all chiselled cheekbones and red lips. She looked nothing like me, but more like our mum.

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

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But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

Willow teased and Lemon relaxed as Devon held her close again. "Come on, let's get out of here." Willow ordered. She led us out of the evil building. I rushed to catch up and walk next to her as Devon and Lemon walked behind us, whispering to each other. I glanced at Willow in concern. In the span of a day she had become an Alpha, lost her Dad, had her fiancee leave her for his second mate, and had her brother find his mate. She must be feeling such loneliness and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to be a rebound or something she settled for but I also didn't want her to go through all this alone. And Goddess knew that I wanted to be with her. I had no idea how to make her feel better