Willow: A Novel Novels & Stories

That piece of paper revealed where she hid her journal. I followed the directions on that note and found it. I never expected that the very first page would make me cry so much. I hurried to read the rest. I wanted to know the whole truth. The more I read, the more frightened I became. I never imagined my parents would do something like that. When I finished the last page, I closed the journal in silence. I had to wait for someone. ... Ten years went by in a flash. On the tenth anniversary of Ivy's death, I arrived early at the cemetery with a bouquet of flowers.

“We all need to rest,” Willow told him with a smile. She slipped into the walk-in closet to pull on some clothes. Willow walked out in a long, pale blue night gown. “You’re going to bed?” Elmer asked. It was a stupid question, seeing as his mother wore a night gown. “I think I will read a little,” Willow said, holding up her Kindle. She was reading Lucee Lovett’s book. Hot and steamy, just the way she loved it. Elmer kissed his mother on the forehead.

I dial the number and it goes straight to voicemail. “No answer” I say. I’m just going to cut my loses and go home. This obviously wasn’t meant to be. “What’s the number, I’ll send them a text” he says. “I should just leave” I begin, “you were here first and obviously this is some kind of mix up.” “Where are you coming from?” He asks. “My name is Liam by the way.” He offers out his hand and I shake it. “I’m Willow and I am coming from near Toronto” I say still a bit nervous.

I look at him with maximum concentration. “The head servant, Katherine, reported to me this morning that the time I set for the morning run is causing problems between Willow and her roommate, whose name I got as Maddison.” He explains and I straighten up on my seat, ready to hear more. “In retaliation to being woken up at four am every morning against her will, Maddison broke Willow’s tablet and hid her bathing stuff.” “And what did Willow do in return?” I ask quickly, praying in my heart that he gives me a satisfactory response.

How much alcohol is in that drink, and how did it give me a different kind of confidence? It's all vivid now! The scenes played over and over in my head like a broken record. From the dinner, the concert, and the conversation on the balcony. I couldn't believe I was the one who initiated the conversation! Just what the fuck, Nola Florentina?! But hold on a second. What if they were all simply a dream? When I looked at the bed, I noticed bloodstains, which indicated that my cherry had popped. I know everything was real, but there's a part of me that wishes it had all been a dream. The stain on the bed and the soreness in my genitals are proof that it was all real.

Layla POV All the pups that Willow brought with her now have homes; it never ceases to amaze me how quickly children can adapt to new surroundings. Willow and Riley have marked each other. Willow is a beautiful she-wolf with a loving nature; Riley and Willow are perfect for each other. Darius and I are on our way to my territory; Anita has gone into labor, and Diana is there, but both Zach and Anita have asked if I could be with her in case Zach passes out as Drew did.

Willow directed them to her previous board where she was staying before shuffling around Reagan's other hideouts. Thankfully, it is still intact and no one came sniffing around. Willow took her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower and get rid of the blood on her body. She feels dirty. It's as if the blood has absorbed into her pores. With each passing day, she is committing new sins. She is walking far from what she is. Before also she used to murder, kill. But then it was swift and not playing around. Now, she is torturing people with a cool precision that makes her shiver. She never knew she was dark inside. And this darkness is seeping out of her, pouring out with each pass

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.

“No. I’m not.” Noah wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her gently against him. “I’m proud of you too, you know,” he murmured. April turned toward him, caught off guard by the soft kiss he pressed to her forehead. His gesture made something warm twist in her chest. She barely had time to breathe it in before… “Noah?” a familiar voice rang out, slicing through the moment. April froze. Even before she turned, she knew. Willow. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that looked better suited to a private nightclub than a charity gala, Willow strode toward them with deliberate, slow steps. Her long blonde hair was styled in effortless waves, and her red lipstick matched both her dress and he

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.