Willow Fanart Novels & Stories

" Willow pouted, standing on her tiptoes and drawing circles on the ground with her foot, silently cursing them both. Helena watched this, completely confused, thinking Willow might be drawing some kind of talisman or spell. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously. Willow was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole straight through the ground. "N-Nothing! I just... remembered something," Willow stammered, quickly pulling her feet together like a student caught misbehaving by the teacher. "Anyway, who's stronger—that brute Walter or Elder Norm?" Chase smiled and said, "Walter."

I made some butterflies out of fondant and used some marshmallows for decoration. "This is incredible, Nola! Just looking at the cake makes me feel like I'm 18 again!" Mamita yelled. She approached me and took both of my hands in hers. "You're incredible, darling! You're a lifesaver! "she exclaimed as she clapped her hands

Willow kept rolling on the ground in extreme pain. About twenty seconds later, he hopelessly said, “Art Trading Corporation made me do it. I didn’t want to do it. Mr. Mayo, I know you’re a member of Mark of the River Mountain, so I can’t offend you. The problem is when you, big guys, compete against each other, can you not drag insignificant characters in as your sacrifice?” Willow dared not offend Art Trading Corporation, and he also dared not offend Mark of the River Mountain. He was in a dilemma.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

ANDRE POV The young messenger led me down to the main hall, and there she stood. Willow. My childhood best friend. She was looking at a big painting of the forest, with her back to me. She had a little frown on her face as she studied it. My feet stopped moving, for it was really her. After all this time. Then she turned around slowly, like she felt me there. When she saw me, her frown melted instantly into the biggest, happiest smile.

Meguitte began to browse the commercial shelves without interest, giving Willow time to finish her flirtation without interruption, however her attention was drawn over and over to the man as if he were a magnet and she drifted closer despite her intentions to give them space and time. Tall, long legged, broad shouldered and leanly muscled, he made a very appealing sight from behind. His hair was overgrown, falling heavily onto his brow and curling slightly around his neck beneath his ear as if marking precisely where her teeth should go. She could brush those stray locks of hair away with her fingertips and press a kiss against his pulse point as they made love, she thought, and then recoil

Willow was seated under a large tree on the grass of the university. She had no class at that time and figured it would be nice to spend some time under the tree with the it giving shade from the scorching sun. She was dressed in a red and white plaid skirt that stopped a little above her knee and a red crop top. Willow wasn't the fittest person anyone would know and unlike her best friend, her tummy wasn't flat so she was glad her skirt had a high waist.

Thank his lucky stars the Supreme Warrior did not go all out on him, or he would have died. “Fane, you’re so strong! You’re my idol!” Willow walked beside Fane and looked at him in awe. “Are you sure that you don’t want to consider my offer? Let me be your girlfriend! Oh, you gotta be older than considering you’re married now, right? Don’t worry, I don’t mind being your second wife!” “...” Willow’s boldness embarrassed Fane, unable to reply to her. Fane offered a tight smile and said, “Let’s go take a look at the next pharmacy!”

“But I do need to show you something.” She takes my hand and leads me to her desk. Opening a drawer, she pulls out a small stack of papers. She holds them out to me, and I take the stack. They’re children’s drawings in crayon. “I found those in Bryony’s room,” Willow explains. Our three-year-old daughter's drawing isn’t a concern. It’s the subject matter in her drawings that makes me pause. There are drawings of wolves in cages, a bloody wolf on the ground with a knife sticking out of its neck and a black sun with a smaller blue circle inside of it.

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.