Willow Age Novels & Stories

Willow's anger flared up, her eyes reddening in frustration. "There, there, Willow. Will you please forgive him for my sake?" Simon coaxed. Willow huffed dismissively. "Alright, fine! I'll forgive him, but only because of you." Despite being in her 30s, Willow showed no signs of aging. Not only had her skin remained smooth and tender like that of a young maiden's, but she also still had a straightforward and innocent temperament. Sean could tell that Willow had been carefully pampered since birth, whether she was with Martiin or Simon. Hence, he was more convinced that she wasn't a cruel-hearted woman and that he had misjudged her for the incident 15 years ago.

How was I going to face them? "We have fucked up, Christopher," Jet said in pain, and I could not argue with him. I walked quietly until I entered the woods. I saw Willow sitting with her back against the tree, looking beautiful. Her raven hair and dark eyes were incredible, and I wanted to hold her and run away with her at that minute. I wanted to be a coward and run away with her. Go far away from the werewolf king and Aida. Run away and start a new life with her. A life where there would be just us, and we would only have each other to care about, a life that now only existed in a dream. She looked at me and smiled. She let her hair down this time, and she looked breathtaking. I wiped awa

‎ ‎With the steady warmth of earth that remembered love. ‎ ‎One autumn day, many years after Willow began her stories, a young boy came alone. ‎ ‎He was ten, descendant of Kael’s line, wild and curious, with Rex’s red eyes and my silver hair. ‎ ‎He sat cross-legged before our stones, his small hands in the dirt. ‎ ‎“I don’t get it,” he said, his voice fierce with the honesty of children. “Everyone says you were heroes. But Willow says you were just… people. Who got old. Who died.”

'' he had a smirk on his face and I bet everyone noticed which also kind of blossomed Willow's mood. ''I'm nineteen Sir.'' She put all the force on that simple word, Sir, totally avoiding the fact that we are still around. ''Wonderful,'' he looked down and chuckled, ''Miss Kathleen what about you?'' he swiftly looked up, tilting his face to the right and staring at me as a hungry man stares at his food. I gulped, he noticed. The mention of my name in this weird way made Willow frown and glare at me. ''I'm twenty, sir,'' I said as quickly as I could, not even looking at him.

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.

The holy woman said, “Please elaborate more clearly.” Thomas explained, “Okay, let me give you the whole picture. When I was handling Wills’ injuries earlier, I noticed something very interesting. He looks like he’s ten years old in appearance, but his bone age shows that he’s actually thirty years old! He’s already a grown man!” Huh? That could not be possible! Everyone in the shrine instantly focused on Wills. All of them were extremely shocked, and it was difficult for them to believe what Thomas had just said.

Willow groaned as she saw the glances passers-by were giving them. Nathan chuckled, "That's the best part. My parents will believe easily like that." "But why do they want you to get a girlfriend real quick?" Willow found herself asking. "My great grandfather had this tradition that women have the ability to keep the men in check, so you are meant to have a woman by the age of twenty. Which by the way is bullshit to me," he explained and she giggled.

Christine said. "Sis. You know I wouldn't do anything with Mitchell that I shouldn't. The darn guy won't touch me until I'm eighteen, so he's safe for a couple years," laughed Hailey. "Well, I'm a month older than you, so I'll take off with Mitchell before you stop being jailbait," promised Willow as all the girls, including Jordan, laughed at her joke.

"I didn't say that." Willow leaned back in her chair, studying the younger woman. She was what, twenty? Twenty-one? Young enough to still believe Mark's bullshit. Young enough to think she could change him. God, she wasn't much older and she had been blinded long enough and let him treat her like shit for way too long. She now saw the light.

All he saw were fair, long legs, accompanied by a chorus of melodious laughter. Chad had not expected that the assassins of the Inkwell Clan were all women! Willow coughed. "Why aren't you greeting him?!" "Mr. Jennings, hello!" Over 40 beautiful women greeted Chad in unison. Their voices were like a flock of singing birds, filling Chad with excitement. However, upon closer inspection, Chad realized that these women vary in age. Willow was the oldest, in her 60s, while apart from a few elegant women in their 40s, the rest were in their 20s and 30s, at the prime of their youths.