Willow Grace Radke Novels & Stories

I know she is basically in a walking vegetative state but it still feels wrong to just experiment on her without at least letting her know and asking for permission. "Katarina, my name is Willow. I, we, think that I may be able to help you bring your wolf back. I have to touch you in order to do that. Do you want me to help you?" Her face remains blank and no words were exchanged, but oddly enough her hands reached out to me as if she wanted me to hold them. That movement was enough for me to have faith that Katarina was definitely still in there, trying to get free. I reach out and gingerly take both of Katarina's hands in mine.

I'd have to make doubly sure my past stayed in the past. Ryker's bright green eyes widened. "Are you having a stroke?" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Shit. I shook my head. "No. Sorry. You saying that about the news coverage reminded me of something." I waved it away. "What's Willow getting?" He took the bait, a smile stretching his face. "She's getting recognized by the state at some kind of ‘rich people, look at us' party." Willow rolled her eyes. "Yay. So much fun." She sounded like she was getting ready to clean a toilet.

He said. “It’s really nothing,” she said. “I know it’s not nothing because you seem worried. Is everything okay?” Noah’s voice was gentle, his eyes focused on Grace’s demeanor. Grace blew out a long breath, and then she said. “Before I came here, I was an editor of a magazine company, and I also worked as a lawyer, but I worked a short time for most part of both careers because I was also married to a husband that was always seeking my attention. I really don’t want to talk about Jack tonight, but I would just say that, for those few times I worked as both, my career took off, and I was sometimes in those shiny magazines whenever I had to do a feature.

My eyes were already red because of hangover and this crying must have made me look like a blood thirsty witch. "Ananya A. Bajaj Oberoi, listen to me very carefully. None of these events are your fault. Neither Sarah's injury nor this party postponement. You are the most amazing woman I have ever seen. You can't control your pyrophobia so don't blame yourself for it."

"Please. Sit." Grace sat. Aiden sat next to her. Very close. Derek noticed and smiled. "So protective already." "What's that supposed to mean?" Aiden asked. "Nothing. Just an observation." Derek ordered wine. "So, Grace. What do you do?" "I'm a fashion designer." "Really? How fascinating. Your own business?" "Yes." "Impressive. Beauty and brains. Aiden's a lucky man." Aiden's hand went to Grace's knee under the table. Possessive.

---------- -Willow’s POV- Later that night, as I lay in bed, I thought about the decision I had made. For a long time, I had been running. I had been hiding from my past, hiding from my family, and trying to protect Ace in the shadows. But standing next to Silas made me feel like I could stand in the light. I wasn't just a C-list actress or the discarded daughter of the Sinclairs anymore. I was Willow Mercer. I picked up my phone one last time and scrolled through the comments on the articles. People were shocked, some were curious, and many were supportive. For once, the gossip didn't hurt. I felt a sense of power.

“She was always arrogant in school. I fought against her, and I knew her best. Without me here, you will never have another qualified mistress.” Rosalind signed the papers. Having torn off her mask, she no longer bothered to fawn on Nikolai’s parents. Under the butler’s arrangement, she turned and walked out. Teddy’s heart-wrenching screams filled the air, but Nikolai’s father blocked him. “Don’t take my mommy away! How could you do this? You are all bad guys!”

Eyes glowing with power that made the camera flicker and distort. Racheal. My rejected mate. The omega I'd cast aside. The Ghost Wolf I'd spent years studying, documenting, trying to understand. She looked different than the last time I'd seen her. Stronger. More confident. The uncertainty that had clung to her like a second skin was gone, burned away by whatever she'd endured in Kelly's facility. This wasn't the broken girl who'd fled my territory with tears streaming down her face. This was something else entirely. The footage showed her entering the outpost. Three minutes of silence. Then the building exploded in silver flames that consumed everything. Research notes. Equipment. The photo

My son RYKER will become the Alpha of this pack. A soft knock on the door scared me, making me drop the book on the ground; quickly picking the book up and placing it back on the bench seat, I went over to the door and opened it. A smiling Eve greeted me. "good morning, Luna. Alpha sent me to see if you were ready yet." "tell him I'll be down in a minute." Eve nodded. I quickly got dressed in a baby blue sundress with thin straps and slipped on a pair of sandals before heading downstairs to meet Brax.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.