Willow: A Novel Novels & Stories

Willow had put in a transfer to the company’s out-of-state branch office and was due to start her new position after the holidays. Before the new year, Willow visited her father’s grave. She tended to the plot, clearing away the fallen leaves. Words failed her as a feeling of emptiness settled over her. Suddenly, she sensed a presence behind her, stopping just inches away. Then, a bouquet of flowers was placed in front of the headstone. Willow remained still. Roy, clad in black, got on his knees before the headstone.

Willow. I didn’t need to see her to know. I closed the window again and went back inside. Likewise, I took my cell phone. No new messages. Willow probably already knew something—and if she didn’t, she would. That kind of woman sniffed secrets like a predator. I sat on the couch, tired. The house seemed safe, but I knew it was just an illusion. And now, with Casper losing control, she would have what she always wanted: a reason to get closer.

Jordan brought out a tray of pies from the oven and quickly threw the mittens on the counter in his huge kitchen at the colony. He set one in front of Willow on the island in the kitchen. "It's hot" He warned removing the apron he had on. "I like it hot" She gave him a weak smile and picked a fork. He sat opposite her. Willow looked skinny and pale. Her lips are now purplish and her pupils turned blood red. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She let out a dry cough. She was so skinny that her collarbones were very much visible and so were her ribs.

“Every word out of your mouth tonight has been disgusting. Our dear old dad brainwashed you into living a sad, unfulfilling lifestyle that allows men to treat women like objects. Crawl back home to your husband, Willow. He’s waiting for you to serve him.” Tears brimmed her chocolate, brown eyes, “I’ll pray for you, Erin.” Willow didn’t even bother going back through the house. She hurried to her car, and the crunching of gravel beneath the tires signaled her hasty exit. The sky was starless tonight, and with the moon shrouded by the trees, it felt eerily dark. I let her words sink in, slowly burrowing beneath my skin like a venomous snake. Combined with Rowan’s words; it hurt.

It stenches of puke, old blood and piss, but it’s not really any different than the rest of them. The guard quickly opens the cell, letting me in with Willow. “This is good,” I tell him and set Willow down on the piss-stained, thin mattress, then turn around and walk out of the cell without looking back at her battered and broken, bleeding body. Once I’m out, I go ahead and shut the door myself, then turn to the guard and say, “she will need a doctor to check over her. She was in a car accident trying to escape with the heirs…” “A-alright sir,” the guard peeps, eyes still hooked on Willow who looks dead as she lays on the mattress. But the slight rising and falling of her chest indicates she

Beatrix: The air in WillowRidge had shifted, and it wasn’t just because of the media frenzy or the hotel project. It was the weight of secrets—ones I didn’t know I was carrying, ones tied to the two men orbiting my life like restless moons. I woke up that morning with a strange resolve. Whatever tethered me to Sebastian and Adam, I had to find the root of it. I couldn’t let their emotions dictate my life, not anymore.

I look over at her sleeping in the passenger seat and notice the frown on her face and her intelligible mumbling. For some reason this made me laugh and I shake my head as I continue in the same direction. I suppose I couldn’t fault her for getting drunk this evening. Someone she trusted had groped her and kissed her without her consent - perhaps she was only trying to cope. Killing the ignition, I walk towards the door of the lake house and deactivate the alarm, but as I get back to the car, I see that Willow has woken up. “Where am I?” She slurs and looks around while attempting to get out of the car. Sighing, I pick her up and she leans into my chest.

Mrs Willow felt so much pain that she could fell on the ground with a pale expression . " R.....Run !......B.....Baby ! " said mrs Willow with a faint smile before she lost consciousness . " The human is finally dealt with ! Let's eat the soft meat of the child first then eat her . " said the servant and the other servant agreed . Mrs Willow managed to defeat the two servants that were blocking his way and immediately rushed to the forest to search for his wife . He saw a strange red light line on the road that seemed to guide him towards the place where his wife was . A feeling a reassurance filled mr Willow's heart and he immediately followed the straight red , shinning light without a sec

Then he goes to kiss my cheeks and then finally my neck. “Now, you should eat so that you can get well soon and we can work on your big appetite for me.” He freaking winks at me suggestively. I don't say anything. I just blush. So typical of Willow. That's the real Willow, not the confident one who shamelessly asks for a kiss.

The maid hurriedly said, "Understood." … Willow spent a night in the Conrad Hotel, Yarrowmere. It was 9:00 pm, and she had just taken a shower. Dressed in a bathrobe, she stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window. The building across the street was Nebula Group's Yarrowmere branch, standing tall in the dark of night. She gently leaned her forehead against the glass. She had moved on from her marriage, but Julian still wouldn't let her go. Willow had left her phone at the end of the bed, and it was ringing ceaselessly. She knew that it was Julian, but she didn't answer it. His voice was the last thing she needed to hear now.