Willow Novel Novels & Stories

Christopher. Willow got me all worked up. Knowing that she knew I was watching while she touched herself made me feel naughty. I enjoyed the view and had to work on myself every time I left her window. I honestly wished things had happened differently between us. My heart has never beat for anyone the way it beat for her. She was perfect. I knew King Aaron wanted her for himself, and I felt it was low of him to ask me to give her to him as tribute. He wanted my army, my strength, and now my woman. The man had made himself the bane of my life. As I walked back towards the Packhouse, I wondered what was special about the two people fucking in the deserted section of the service quarters that m

With a mouthful of food, he says, “This is really good, Nels.” Willow has stopped eating. She looks down at the picnic blanket and scoots away from Rainer. He notices and smiles at her. After swallowing, he leans closer and whispers something in her ear. She doesn’t react to whatever he tells her and ignores him by pulling out a library book she brought with her and beginning to read it. “What are you reading?” he asks. She covers her face with the book so we can’t see her expression. I can tell from how stiff she is that she’s annoyed. Any time Rainer is around, Willow tenses up. I don’t know why that is. I should ask her later.

-Willow- I woke up pressed against a warm, powerful body, feeling an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace. It was an incredible sensation, and I instinctively snuggled closer, burying my nose in something smooth. As I inhaled a sharp, intoxicating scent, I opened my eyes to find myself plastered against Cain, my nose nestled in his neck while I almost lay on top of him. Startled, I quickly sat up, glaring at him. I slapped his chest, but my strength was no match for him, and he didn’t even stir.

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

“Oh god… Elaine… I can’t…” “You can. You will.” Elaine’s other hand left Willow’s breast, sliding down her belly, then under her dress, pushing aside her panties. Her fingers found the slick, wet entrance of Willow’s pussy. “Look at you. So wet. So ready. You’re practically dripping for me.” She replaced the cucumber with a carrot, a thinner, more pointed vegetable. “This one’s going to feel so good inside you.” Willow whimpered, a raw, animal sound. The thought of something entering her, right there, in her own kitchen, with her family just beyond the curtain, was terrifying and exhilarating. “No… please… not there…”

Willow, a woman known for her kindness and gentle nature, played a significant role in Seraphina's life. Seraphina, who was suffering from a broken heart, found solace and comfort in Willow's presence. Willow's compassionate actions and support aided Seraphina in her journey towards healing and overcoming her emotional pain. Seraphina found herself on the porch, captivated by the beauty of the setting sun as it painted the sky with vibrant hues. Willow approached and took a seat beside her. Willow complimented Seraphina as if she was her own daughter, acknowledging her strength and youthfulness. "You have faced numerous challenges and difficulties in your life, yet despite all of that, you h

STORY EDIT! IMPORTANT! It was brought to my attention that In book one I very casually mentioned that Willow already had twins with her husband Danny. That was an error. It wasn't a massive thing, just a comment made in passing by Roman. I have edited book one and removed that comment. I completely forgot about that as even though Willow is Roman's daughter, I wasn't planning on bringing her into the plotline so much in this book and wanted Roman to experience all the ''Grandpa'' stuff so that YOU(the readers) can see that side of him. So going forward, those twins no longer exist and this little boy is Willow's first baby. Sorry about the confusion, that was a mistake on my part.

the wolf chuckles lightly, “We’re the only two here. Now, can you answer my question? Who are you? I’ve been here for years and no one’s ever come to visit me before. So, tell me who you are?” “I’m Willow,” I mumble nervously, taken aback by her outright forwardness. “You’ll need to speak up, I can’t hear you,” she calls out, “-I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but there’s an enormous sheet of glass standing between us,” she mockingly points out, “-whispering is no good in here.” “My name's Willow,” I repeat much louder, hoping my voice reaches the animal on the other side. “You’re Willow? As in, the Willow? That’s impossible. You can’t be here,” she scoffs in disbelief, “-I’m supposed to brea

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.

Willow. I didn’t need to see her to know. I closed the window again and went back inside. Likewise, I took my cell phone. No new messages. Willow probably already knew something—and if she didn’t, she would. That kind of woman sniffed secrets like a predator. I sat on the couch, tired. The house seemed safe, but I knew it was just an illusion. And now, with Casper losing control, she would have what she always wanted: a reason to get closer.