Willow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Was that why you video-recorded me? I cannot do anything for you again. So, go on and do your worst, bastard!" Willow ended the call and quickly walked to her closet to dress up. If she had known Tony was so stupid and obsessed with Patrick, she wouldn't have fallen for him. "I caused these, but I cannot give up on Patrick yet, not when Dad wants the Anderson's support..." Willow dressed up in a long-sleeve shirt and red short skirt, and she walked back to her seat to eat her breakfast, as she already knew she would be late. However, her phone rang out again, and it was Ella Right calling her.

Willow, my best friend whom I had once concerned with my fears was now standing before me with a knife ready to stab me. Her eyes stared at me with contempt as she toyed with the knife and it really dawned on me at the moment, it seemed so surreal that Willow had betrayed me and worse still she looked like she wanted to have my head on the spot. _________

******************************** Willow POV My skin it’s on fire and I can’t breathe. I was just putting the robe on when I felt like I was thrown into a fire. I feel myself falling to the ground. I roll around trying to put the fire out. I fell someone pick me up. I think I can hear them talking to me. I just can’t seem to focus on anything. I just whimper as the pain intensifies. It’s okay Willow Greyson will help and then I will take over. I’m sorry you have to feel this but I promise you will not ever have to feel pain like this again.

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.

It was Rias. Willow sucked in a deep breath and answered it. “Willow, I’ve opened the biggest dance studio in Southvalley for you and found you a fiance. Could you break up with your current boyfriend? You know just how much we do not want to see you marry someone from so far away and want you to stay in Southvalley with us…” When she heard the familiar voice, Willow could not stop her tears. She did her best not to sound choked up as she mumbled in agreement. “Sorry, Rias. I’ve made you worry so much over the years. I’ll return to Southvalley and do what you say. I’ll also contact the fiance you found for me.”

Willow pulled her hand away slowly. "I understand that you didn't want to hurt me, but I have been an adult for a long time now. You could have told me at any time, why wait until now?" her voice was bitter. "Because of this," she pushed a picture across the table. It was of her and Garin, gazing into each other's eyes, arms entwined. "How did you get this?" Willow asked, her eyes wide, "They are watching you, Wills. They are following you. You have to end this now, please. Before it gets worse," she grabbed both of Willow's hands, pleading.

"Anything. And I am well aware you are not with him. I spoke with Jade Collins." Willow gritted her teeth. Jade? That traitorous she-wolf! She had been feeding Roman information behind Willow’s back. She had always been a supporter of the Vale match. Willow made a mental note to handle her best friend later; the Alpha required her focus now. "I won't even dignify your insane demands with a response," Willow said, getting back to her primary objective. "Do you truly want my forgiveness or not?"

Willow whined pitifully in her mind, mourning the life they could have had if only Fawn had accepted reality years ago. -We could have found our own happiness,- Willow lamented. -Our true mate is still out there somewhere.- “Shut up,” Fawn whispered harshly, tears streaming down her face. “Just shut up.” In his office, Isaac was methodically going through the lists from pack members who received gifts from Fawn that they weren’t sure were even from her now. Then he noticed something else when they had searched Fawn’s room for a diary and a list, and on that list was a list of gifts that Fawn was to target next.

He's a sexy asshole, that's for sure. "Sorry for being late," Willow announces, entering the kitchen with a pant of breathlessness. Lennox and I turn our heads towards her. She's dressed in coffee-print pajamas and holds a binder under her arm. Upon seeing Lennox, Willow says, "Oh, you're both here—" Her cat slippers slide on the slippery hardwood, and she nearly falls flat on her face. Her binder drops to the floor. I sprint to catch my best friend, but she regains her balance with outstretched arms before I can reach her.

“Tell me, if it were you, would you have stolen property papers and faked your death, leaving your children and husband behind just because you didn’t want to accept me for who I am? If Lillian had cared, she would’ve at least stayed till I came back from my trip. All she wanted was the money, as rich as she was, she did not care about our children. Do think I have not tried my best with Lillian? Do you think I had not tried countless times to save of marriage that was helplessly falling apart for these children? Have these children ever told you that they missed their mother? Isabella? She’s four, she’s fucking four years old and all she got from Lillian was nothing when she was here, did s