Willow Coppock Fanfic Novels & Stories

“But if we get caught it will be less exciting, don't you think?” “You're right. If we're caught this is over…and I'm not ready for this to end.” She kissed me quickly before going back to Joy's room. I pressed my ear against Willow's door again. I was thrilled to just hear the sounds of a movie. -- “So are you Willow's new boyfriend?” Robbie asked. “Um…” Orlando looked over at Willow for guidance. “No, not at all.” Willow said. “We're friends.” Friends who fuck a lot. “Well why aren't you dating?” Bianca asked. “He's very handsome.”

Willow's face turned red in embarrassment, but she forged on, “He would come to me whenever he is angry and use me as his punching bag. I've had enough of him, I no longer want to be his mate anymore. I want to return home, but he is not letting me. I've not seen my family in two years and I have been lying to them and creating silly excuses all because of him.” “Willow, you can not…” Harrison started, but Willow interrupted him with a hard glare. “I cannot what? Leave you? Sorry to break this to you but in these few days that I was away from you, I tasted freedom and remembered what it was like to live life before I met you and became your puppet and believe me when I say that I would rathe

“Hmm. Is that why you want to mate Wills?” He asks carefully. “WHAT! NO! Gods no, Conall. I’ve been trying to cancel the pact for years! I’m not mating Willow because of some stupid pact I didn’t write or agree to. I’m mating her because she is my fated mate and I love her.” I run a hand through my hair in agitation and start to pace around the room. “You sure about that?” He probes again, and I can hear the suspicion behind his question. Oh god, is that what Willow is thinking too? This is exactly what I was afraid that Willow would think. I have finally been making progress with her on trusting me enough to mark each other.

Willow’s POV We were taught that the goddess makes no mistakes and that everything she does is for a reason. We were made to believe that she loves us all equally and watches over us from the moon. But I know better; the goddess does not love us equally; she wouldn't subject me to a life of suffering if that were the case. My name is Willow Marrock, the only daughter of Davis Marrock, Alpha of The Crescent Moon Pack. I am the dirt of my pack, an abomination to my kind, and the punching bag of my father.

she quickly snaps out of it, resuming her plight. “Excuse me?” Elijah stands from his seat, disrupting the silence as his voice raises, “I’m not trying to be that guy, but I guess if the hat fits,” he steps towards the Councillor’s through a shrug, “-Hewitt is right. Willow is special; we’re not sure how or why,” he looks back towards me, smiling as he masks our recent confirmation of my suspected lineage from the mortal Council until we find out more, “-all we know is that she is.” “Your point, Night?” Blackwood rolls his eyes.

"Why are you taking their blood?" "I think I will pass you around before I start cutting you. You would like that, wouldn't you? Sucking out cocks and panting while we thrust inside your loose cunt. Whore. That's what you will be called. I will play with you until your brain gets scrambled and leaving you just a pound of flesh" Willow cracked her knuckles. She should have known. They are always the same. Taunting with rape and murder. With a sigh, she picked up her first tool.

“Both of you.” “Shit, Cain, again?” Willow whimpered as I rolled us around, positioning myself on top of her and picking up my maddening pace. I couldn’t keep count of how many times I had taken her today, but it had grown dark, and I still craved more. Willow made me completely forget the horrible truth I didn’t want to face right now. She distracted me with her pleasure, so I demanded more and more of it.

He promises. “And then he took his pants off, remaining in his underwear only.” Lailah tells me, a tone filled with excitement. “Really?” It's hard to believe. But when my mind kindly offered me a picture of Leo in underwear, I couldn't help but laugh. “No. She is lying.” Leo firmly declines, glaring at his girlfriend. “Come on, now. Don't be shy. Willow is a family.” Lailah tells him. I stop smiling. Family? Is it that easy to become a family? I don't know. But what I know is that they now know my secret as well. They know I'm Willow and not Amber.

Willow’s POV I didn’t need werewolf hearing to pick up what people were saying. They were not exactly trying to be discreet. They wanted me to hear every single thing. “She’s the one who stabbed sir Augustus” “She’s a thief" “How is she still alive?” “I thought the Alpha would detain her” I did my best to ignore the words as I made my way to my locker but there was one voice I couldn’t ignore. Stella My annoying cousin.

Jack The next day at the clinic during my appointment, Willow continues to avoid me totally, making sure to ignore all my attempts at a conversation and only speaking to me when she needs to and very formally too. It has begun to irk me, but more than that, I can't get what Camille had said about her going on a lunch date today out of my mind. It's almost like a living, breathing thought that wouldn't stop projecting images of her with some other man in my head.