Willow Fanart Novels & Stories

I murmured. Willow gave a small smile, “I thought you might say that.” “But I’ll try.” I said quickly before I took it back. “Thank you.” She stood slowly, smoothing the front of her blouse. “That’s more than enough.” She walked toward the door, paused, then glanced back. “You’re good for her, Jensyn. I see it. Even if he doesn’t.” I didn’t answer. After she left, I sat still for a long moment. They all wanted something. Arthur wanted a child. Another Rawlings heir. He’d said it so casually, like asking me to pass the salt at dinner. And now Willow wanted me to fix Andrea. To undo years of silent damage.

"I thought this would be more meaningful. The Black family is very important to my pack." Carlos cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sorry, Lucas. But this design… it looks like you're bonding with an heir of the Black family, not with Miss Sophia." "It's fine," Lucas said coldly. "Sophia doesn't mind. Right, Sophie?" I held the drawing, studying the intricate details of Willow's family crest. It was a beautiful design. Every detail was perfect. "Did Willow design this?" I asked. Lucas nodded. "She's very talented."

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

Though I hit the roof when I discovered she couldn’t heal like the rest of us. *** Willow sighs, and puts her pencils down. Rubbing the back of her neck, she stares longingly out the window. She is quiet for a few minutes before picking up a pencil and drawing again. I wondered what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. I wondered what her skin would taste like, what she would feel like, wrapped around my cock. There would be plenty of time for that. She doesn’t even look up when I go to the closet, almost like she is lost in her own little bubble.

"All right, I'll stop." The prince stood near the door, dumbfounded by the strangeness of a foreign presence in his personal space. It felt like an invasion, but there was nowhere else he could think of where she wouldn't be discovered. Willow took a look at something that piqued her interest. It was a painting of a single green apple that seemed to complement the room's aesthetic. It was a simple painting, but something about the apple's green made it look appetizing and perhaps irresistible. She turned to look at Wes.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

I don't want you getting hurt D- I won't get hurt. Open your window when you know everyone in the house has gone to sleep, I'll be watching A – Stalker 😝 Dean chuckled and ate his steak. His phone chirped with another message and he glanced at it with a frown to see it was from Willow. She was a wood sprite, not to be confused with a Dryad which only lived in Ireland and were tiny mischievious girls. Willow was tall and slender like her name sake with long blond hair and large doe-like brown eyes and was quite popular at school having a caring and helpful nature. She hadn't had any more trouble from Todd since Dean sorted him out.

Garin stared down at the people in the picture. He could see Willow in both of them. She had her mother's sharp features and jaw, but the shape of her eyes was all her father's. Her mother's eyes glowed even in the picture, aged by twenty years. He looked at her father. He was ordinary, his eyes a regular, human brown. There was something similar about him. It was as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he brushed it off, probably just seeing the similarities in Willow.

"Bet's to you, Penn," Rafe said around the end of his cigar. "Or are you going to pussy out again because you can't leave your phone alone?" I laid the device screen down on the table. Fought to clear my mind. Damn, I really had underestimated Willow's ability to seduce and tease. The picture she'd just sent me...I was going to make her recreate that photo. Naked except for an apron that barely covered the goods. And a splotch of frosting on her ass cheek. Only this time it would be my hand on her ass instead of a spatula slapping whipped sugar against that delicious flesh.