Willow Novel Novels & Stories

Caspian said, patting the back of Willow's hand. Caspian did not take Charles seriously. He just did not want Willow to witness too many bloody scenes. Willow was a kind woman, after all. Caspian did not want her to be faced with too much of the dark and violent. He wanted her to always have this kindness in her. Willow nodded. "Got it. I'll wait for you in Southlake City." After that, she pressed a kiss on Caspian's cheek. She knew that she would not be able to help even if she stayed. She might even end up becoming a burden to Caspian.

Chapter 1 (Willow's POV) We just moved in from New Jersey to Virginia and I'm not quite liking my new house. I begged my mum to let me stay with my friends but she insisted I come with her until I'm able to find myself a job and a house. Still in bed and in my pajamas, I looked around my room trying to think of how I'm gonna unpack all these boxes. Oh hey! I'm Willow. I'm a lazy person when it comes to anything physical or academic.

If I saw a picture of her with another man like that, I would be very angry too. I stood up and walked to the window. I looked at the cars driving on the street below. I thought about what I could do to make Willow happy. Maybe I should buy her a gift? Or maybe I should take her on a real date without Ace? I heard the door open. Willow walked back into the room. She had finished her phone call. She looked at me and crossed her arms again. "Who was that woman, Silas?" she asked. Her voice was very quiet now. That is even scarier than when she is yelling.

Lucas’s POV I tried to stay away. I really did. But my mind kept drifting to her. I wondered how she was doing. Willow had faced two rejections in a single day and the same day she got her wolf. That was enough to break a seasoned warrior, let alone a girl who had spent her life being treated like a servant. I walked to her door, my hand hesitating before I knocked. I never knocked but this was different. “Hey. It’s Lucas” my voice came out gentler than I intended but there was no answer.

No, I won't be going," she interrupts Irina, who nods slowly, respecting Willow's decision. Her goodbye is quiet when she leaves, but the hallway feels heavier somehow. Not darker—just real. Honest. *** Later that night, the apartment is quiet again. Willow has tucked Cami into bed with her usual whispered stories and soft kisses. I wait in the living room, nursing a cup of tea that had long since gone lukewarm. I stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the park across the street. The leaves were still falling, painting the grass in shades of copper. I didn't hear her come in, but I felt her. Willow moves like quiet music—never startling, always known. She comes to stand beside me, a

“We all need to rest,” Willow told him with a smile. She slipped into the walk-in closet to pull on some clothes. Willow walked out in a long, pale blue night gown. “You’re going to bed?” Elmer asked. It was a stupid question, seeing as his mother wore a night gown. “I think I will read a little,” Willow said, holding up her Kindle. She was reading Lucee Lovett’s book. Hot and steamy, just the way she loved it. Elmer kissed his mother on the forehead.

When the maid opened the door, it was not Wanni. It was Willow. She stood on the doorstep, looking beautiful in a simple dress, with her face bright with a smile. “Lillian! Hi! And Salome, Lydia! I hope it is okay I dropped by.” I was too surprised to speak. But Salome found her voice first. “Willow. Does Andre know you are here?” Willow poured playfully. “I am not a little pup, Salome. I had Buisness in the city and decided to stop by. I brought a peace offering.” She pulled a large, expensive looking bottle of whiskey from her large purse.

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

Willow had decided to occupy herself in doing anything in order to not sit idle and think about that night over and over again. "I wanted to check up on you before I leave," He sat down with her and looked over the book she was reading, "Mystery?" He chuckled, imaging Willow to read anything besides dark romance. "I thought it is time I start using my brain," she joked back and then straightened her back.