Willow Novel Novels & Stories

Willow drove in, he had forgotten to take his suitcase with him to the party as he planned to kill the birthday couple. Entering the house, he stopped walking as he perceived blood. Following scent which led him to his room. Arabella was so engrossed with William as she tried to keep William head inside the water, he wasn't struggling anymore, that she didn't hear the sound of footsteps until she was thrown backwards with inhuman strength. Her body broke down the wall when she made impact with it and she grunted in pain as she slid down. Why did he come home now? She thought. Pulling out William much pale and cold from the bloody water and placing him on the tile ground, Willow noticed the y

Felicity widened her eyes. "Did you find it?" Willow grinned. "It's just a story, Felicity." Willow checked her phone to see the time. She still had to travel an hour to get to her father's house. She pulled a book from her bag, turned to the page where the bookmark was, and began reading. She flipped the page when a passenger walked over and occupied the empty seat in front of her. Although she could see his shoes from where she was holding the book, Willow didn't bother to look up. She had briefly focused on his spotless black shoes before returning her attention to the written words in the book.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

It seems her brain went back to before she came to Ridgeway Academy. Kim and Jenny walked up to her. "Willow....you remember us, right?" Kim asked hopefully. Willow stared at both of them for a long moment, her brows knitting together as if she were searching through fog. After a few seconds, she shook her head slowly, confusion clouding her eyes.

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. _________

Beatrix: The air in WillowRidge had shifted, and it wasn’t just because of the media frenzy or the hotel project. It was the weight of secrets—ones I didn’t know I was carrying, ones tied to the two men orbiting my life like restless moons. I woke up that morning with a strange resolve. Whatever tethered me to Sebastian and Adam, I had to find the root of it. I couldn’t let their emotions dictate my life, not anymore.

It stenches of puke, old blood and piss, but it’s not really any different than the rest of them. The guard quickly opens the cell, letting me in with Willow. “This is good,” I tell him and set Willow down on the piss-stained, thin mattress, then turn around and walk out of the cell without looking back at her battered and broken, bleeding body. Once I’m out, I go ahead and shut the door myself, then turn to the guard and say, “she will need a doctor to check over her. She was in a car accident trying to escape with the heirs…” “A-alright sir,” the guard peeps, eyes still hooked on Willow who looks dead as she lays on the mattress. But the slight rising and falling of her chest indicates she

Mrs Hemsworth said sarcastically as she crossed her legs onto the desk,with her black heels pointing towards Willow as she shook her feet. "Mrs Hemsworth, you are a pathetic excuse for a teacher and a woman. You point fingers at me because you are a lonely old cow. Go find a damn man, your age , you shriveled up prune." Willow wanted to shout out but instead she just walked out slamming the door behind her. She walked quickly to the library. The books were usually her best friend,taking her to faraway lands where she could find herself lost in beautiful views, peculiar characters and enchanted gardens.

In her heart, she knew that her love for him still burned fiercely, despite the circumstances that had torn them apart. Willow found solace in the moments of solitude, the brief respite from the watchful eyes of the pack. She would slip away into the surrounding forest, where the gentle breeze whispered promises of freedom. It was during these stolen moments that she allowed herself to weep, her tears mingling with the beauty of the natural world around her. The love she had once believed in seemed like a distant dream, and the weight of her unhappiness pressed upon her heart.

Meguitte began to browse the commercial shelves without interest, giving Willow time to finish her flirtation without interruption, however her attention was drawn over and over to the man as if he were a magnet and she drifted closer despite her intentions to give them space and time. Tall, long legged, broad shouldered and leanly muscled, he made a very appealing sight from behind. His hair was overgrown, falling heavily onto his brow and curling slightly around his neck beneath his ear as if marking precisely where her teeth should go. She could brush those stray locks of hair away with her fingertips and press a kiss against his pulse point as they made love, she thought, and then recoil