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A memory of last night flashed in my mind: how she had just turned her back while Cyprian forced himself on me. I tried to walk past her without saying a word, but Willow stepped in my way. "Look at you," Willow sneered, looking me up and down with disgust. "Walking around like you own the place. You really have no shame, do you? Coming back here, driving Cyprian crazy, pretending you're the victim." I stopped, turning my head to glare at her. "You're unbelievable," Willow continued, her voice rising. "You destroyed my life. I was supposed to be the one standing by him forever, but you just had to come back and ruin things for me. You took everything from me!"

Until Willow and I are marked I don’t think I will be able to like the guy. Maybe not even then. Willow finishes in the bathroom and walks back to stand in front me, her hands on her hips. “Ok, I’m feed, water and freshened up - if we are stuck in this room we are going to need to find something to do other than cuddle – as fun as that is - it’s getting boring too.” [“Good, I gotta go Wills is getting bored and needs me to entertain her, keep me posted.”] I mutter, trying to think about what I can to do to keep her from getting bored. There isn’t much in here, maybe we can watch a movie.

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up. "What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief. Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"

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

“We’re gonna make it how it used to be though, brick by brick.” “But how?” I asked curiosity. “We can’t bring our lost love ones back. I know it hurts you just as much. You’re all just pretending to be strong.” “We’d try, Willow,” he whispered back. “Mom was a good woman. We’d heal after we get our revenge, for everyone they killed.” I cozied up to him and closed my eyes in relieve when my urges from a few minutes ago haunted me. My breasts were literally pressing against his back, my body aching for satisfaction.

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.

Willow snapped after the waiter left. I stared hard into her blue orbs. Her eye held anger but fear was underneath it. "I told you that I wouldn't let you go. You're my mate. Mine." I replied. She rolled her eyes. "You're my sister. I'm not letting you run by yourself" Devon added. "Well, as you can see, I'm not by myself. Now you can go." she replied with a smirk at Lee who smirked back. What. The. Fuck? Why is my Willow exchanging smirks with fucking Lee who she's only known for a day?

It was a beautiful sight in front of me, seeing her lips part with a moan, knowing that I was the one making her feel this way. Shawn then moved his mouth to her harden nipples and Willow instantly arched her back from the bed as if telling him to take more, and as if he could read her wants, he did. Willow then began to move her hips, telling me that she also wanted more from me, and I gave her exactly what she was asking for, as I began to thrust deep inside of her finding that spot that drives her mad.

Willow hugged Japh. "Thank you so much!" "I'll be grateful if you take a bath" Japh grinned. "Then get out" Willow rolled her eyes. "I really don't get Jordan" Iris was cutting some carrots in the kitchen while Willow punched her phone. "I really don't care anymore" Willow took a picture of her friend. "Why?" Why would she care? Rowan is a great guy but it's Jordan that she wants. She won't deny the fact that she was scared of the possibility that Rowan could be her mate.

Her scent stood out, instantly confirming her identity. "Could you go into more detail about your journey from the human world to the prince's bedroom?" The king asked, eager to learn her story and put it to rest once and for all. “Okay,” Willow said, “I can do that.” She cleared her throat. “I was at work, and when I left, it had already started raining. I didn’t have an umbrella so I waited for the storm to pass. And while I waited, my boss who is also my former childhood friend, offered a ride saying he wanted to talk to me. I will not describe the subject of the conversation but I will say that it soon turned into an argument. I stormed out of the car after asking him to stop at the side