Willow Novel Novels & Stories

she stands and walks up to Willow, "Do you feel anything when you are near Katarina?" Willow looks to me and I offer her a brief nod, letting her know it was okay to be truthful, "Well, I feel similar to how I did when I accidentally raised the woman in Doc's office. I feel as cold as death but there's another sensation. I don't know how to explain it." "It's like electricity," I cut in. "Yes. Like my body is full of electricity," Willow nodded, "but I don't know if it has anything to do with Katarina. I just know it started when you both got here."

Mine. “Mate.” I said, with a voice of longing. Willow’s hair started floating like an unseen force was causing it to rise. Hot air was flowing from her, and I felt like the final piece to my puzzle was about to be placed. Following her instinct, Willow held her palms up to meet mine, her entire body ignited like a torch. Blood red flames mixed with no other colors as it surrounded her. Her fire burned like mine. It was as if heaven and hell opened up and poured power down onto us. Our flames intertwine around each other like a cyclone. Blue and red were blending, turning so hard and fast that everyone around us was nothing but a blur.

I had to do something to get my mind off the shit that was happening in this house. I rose and made my way to my study. If Jensyn was going to wear the crown of being my wife in front of Willow, I needed to remember why I’d placed it on her head in the first place. To ACT as my wife. *** Willow arrived just before sunset, sunlight caught the glint of gold threads woven into her jacket. Her heels clicked confidently across the marble, announcing her presence like a Queen. Long waves of honey-blonde hair bounced with every elegant stride she took. She was tall and graceful, all chiselled cheekbones and red lips. She looked nothing like me, but more like our mum.

Raven demonstrated the gesture of slitting a wrist. Gia’s mouth hung open in shock. She’d heard of obsessive love, and Willow seemed to embody it. Then Gia felt the irony. Willow was like a willow tree—supposed to be a symbol of comfort and peace. But Willow’s personality was the opposite of calm and peaceful. To Gia, Willow seemed like a spoiled child prone to explosive reactions. Attempting suicide was a crude, desperate way to try to win a man’s affection.

Wave nodded, "Kassie and I read during recess." Willow smiled and patted her head, "That's my princess." "Don't worry, it'll be easy," she said to them and they nodded. After tucking them in, Willow went back to her room and got ready for bed. She got into bed and picked up her phone. There was a message from Eve; it was a voice note.

*** Willow drove back home to the Anderson's residential villa and she stepped down from her Red SUV parked. She felt relieved Patrick had forgiven her but she still had one more problem to deal with and that was the beautiful maid in the mansion. She sighed heavily as she made her way towards the house and as usual pulled the entrance door opened to the four-storey multimillion dollar mansion, and just as she stepped in, she saw Elderly Mrs Eleanor sitting in the living room milk coloured couch and reading one of their magazines. "Good evening mom" Willow greeted, as obviously her mood had lightened and she walked closer to meet Mrs Eleanor, with a beautiful smile curved on her face.

I grinned. “When are our massages?” “In twenty minutes, which means we have time for something.” Willow grinned. “Another round?” “No baby. Presents.” “Oh yay!” Willow pulled on my shirt and got up to run over to her purse. I reached in my bag and got out her present. “You open first,” She urged excitedly. God she’s too cute. I unwrapped it. It was kind of like a scrapbook. It was titled Why Just Nathaniel is Enough. I flipped through it and smiled. None of the reasons had anything to do with me being top of the class or competing against Willow. It was things about me being funny and sweet. There were even pictures that Willow had taken of me.

I sent him a glare, and he held his hands up with a chuckle. As I watched him take off out the door, my heart was racing again, but this time it was joined by something else that I didn't quite understand. Was it hope? . Over the next few days, each piece of Willow's life I gleaned from Virgil started fitting together, helping solve the puzzle in my head she'd left from her words and her phone call. She was hardworking, studious, polite, and alone. Except for her best friend. I told Virgil to find out about Lorelei Adams, too. It couldn't hurt to know about the people— or person—close to Willow.

If she had gone with Abigail and Barbara's plot to snatch Marshall from Rumi, would she have succeeded? After having her face splashed on every newspaper and TV channel, Willow had developed a hatred for reading newspapers or watching television. She did not know what was going on in the werewolf world except for things Scarlett told her, or she heard, and she had not returned any of Abigail's or Barbara's calls.

“Eleanor is a vampire. She derives pleasure in bullying and maltreated anyone who’s below her. The servants at the castle are terrified of her and I know for sure that she has been making life hard for Willow ever since she set foot into that castle. Your new bride-to-be, Astrid, is just as vain as Eleanor.” My brows crease in surprise. “How do you know that?” “That’s not important. Back to the issue on ground. Willow is nothing like those two girls. She has been subjected to bullying and ostracism almost all her life which has left her very vulnerable and completely incapable of defending herself against her offenders. A trait I’m sure you both have noticed as well.” Kane and I nod in agree