Willow Grace Radke Novels & Stories

Blake explained. "So that's how it is! Now that you've explained it, I understand. I know the king, too!" Lacey said with a smile. "You misunderstood me. Caspian's wife, Willow, is my superior. We're good friends as well!" Miranda said. "Willow is a beauty in Southlake City. She even opened a branch in Dhord City. We all know her," Blake said. "It's up to you to believe me or not. Tom and I are from Southlake City. I'm the vice president of Southlake Corporation, and Willow is my boss," Miranda said.

I couldn’t help but think about why the media was so interested in him, why the girls were flocking around him not that I care, but I was just curious. I am always so busy with my cafe, I don’t even use social media, even my cafe’s social media marketing is handled by my staff and friend Nina. She is amazing at it. Nina an amazing girl, so beautiful and charismatic was not from WillowRidge, she came here as a tourist and fell in love with this town. She moved here took various jobs until she joined my cafe full time. She is a trustworthy friend. The little time I get with myself I like being cozy in my garden reading a book and loosing myself into the world of imagination.

She opens the door with a lopsided grin and says “I just need a few more moments, I am almost ready. Come on in” I thank her and wait in the entryway as she retrieved whatever she feels is still necessary. The red crop top and dark jeans being plenty to send my mind in a direction far from war and pack responsibilities. The little strip of skin between the two looking oh so kissable. Shaking my head to clear my dirty thoughts, I smile as she walks back out to me. “You look beautiful, Willow. I don’t know enough to pick a place for dinner so I figured I would let you. Just name the place and it’s done.”

Will was upset because of a woman. ​ *Grace.*

My hold on the podium gets tighter as I try hard not to focus on the smell. My nostrils flare, taking in the most exotic, tempting scent I have ever come across. The smell of fresh grass mix with vanilla is coming from far away. That person is definitely a newbie or fresher. Let me shift! Dakota again scratches in my head. He swings his tail rapidly, hitting my brain’s walls. This stupid wolf! No animal p**n for him. I’m going to block that national geographic channel. I don’t know what he is learning from it.

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

I see this beautiful, tall woman gracefully walking towards me with her tight red dress. “Yes, Eleanor. You look so beautiful!” I exclaim, still staring at her. Okay, no offence. But how did Hank land her? “Thank you so much. Must be the pre-wedding glow.” She says as she smiles, making her whole face lighten up. “I am sorry, I am so under dressed-" “Oh don’t worry about that. The pre-wedding celebration is at 8 pm. You look great anyways.” She says, making me smile and less worried about my attire.

I stepped back inside to understand what was going on, and before I could say a word, Camella's silhouette appeared, and I could swear that an angel had fallen at that minute. She was the perfect epitome of beauty, and I could swear I never knew a human could be as beautiful and gracious as that, at least not until I met Rita. I couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate her. Her features were delicate, her eyes pools of shimmering warmth that radiated kindness and understanding. Her hair cascaded in gentle waves around her face, framing features that seemed almost too perfect to be real. She had a crop top and bum short on, and her hairs were dangling loosely upon the apron.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.