Willow Novel Novels & Stories

Willow Hayes, the nobody transfer student, held more official power than Sierra could ever hope to achieve. "This isn't over," Sierra whispered, gathering the tattered remains of her dignity. "You might have won against him, but you haven't won against them." She gestured broadly at the watching students. "They see what you really are - a homewrecker who manipulated her way into a family and twisted everything to serve her own agenda." "No," Willow replied softly, her voice nevertheless carrying perfect clarity. "They see an Alpha who chose strength over tradition, and a partnership built on respect rather than fear. Your narrative is outdated, Sierra. The only person still believing it is y

He blinks them away and starts moving again, determined not to look back. Willow stands in the field looking around herself; unsure of where to go. The witches will run, they will want her dead and not understand. She sits among the grass and watches as the light from the moon disappears behind a huddle of dark clouds, casting shadows from the trees that have grown so familiar to her since she first came here in search of Dan. She closes her eyes, not moving, unsure of what to do next or where to go and feeling more lost than she has ever before.

Of course, the enmity between these two supernaturals helped her case. All the same, Willow waited for a good long time until all the commotion died down. After what seemed like forever, Willow dropped to the ground and stealthily walked to the car she had "borrowed". Once she reached her temporary oasis, Willow took a shower and laid naked on the bed, closing her eyes and going to sleep within seconds. She woke up groggily to the darkening sky. Dusk has just set in, with the sky changing into a spectrum of orange before settling to a dark shade.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish

"He's very hard to befriend, mother. See for yourself. How could I ever be friends with him?" Selena stepped forward, brushing snowflakes from her braid. “It’s warmer here than I imagined. He may not shout his sad story from the mountain tops, but any discerning person would be able to see it. To see through all the swagger and bravado, that he is just a male trying to hold everything and everyone together, even if it is killing him.” Willow wandered off to inspect a stack of books on the reading table, uninterested and silent as ever. Elara eyed her mother warily before motioning toward the hearth. “Sit, mother... We need to talk.”

Mrs Willow felt so much pain that she could fell on the ground with a pale expression . " R.....Run !......B.....Baby ! " said mrs Willow with a faint smile before she lost consciousness . " The human is finally dealt with ! Let's eat the soft meat of the child first then eat her . " said the servant and the other servant agreed . Mrs Willow managed to defeat the two servants that were blocking his way and immediately rushed to the forest to search for his wife . He saw a strange red light line on the road that seemed to guide him towards the place where his wife was . A feeling a reassurance filled mr Willow's heart and he immediately followed the straight red , shinning light without a sec

And I guess he saw it on my face as well because I saw him open his tablet and he started to read from it. “Her name is Willow Williams. She is twenty five years old this August. She works as a cook at Homey Kitchen restaurant. You have already met the owner, Joseph. She is an orphan. Her parents died in a freak car accident. When she was five and because they were orphans themselves, she had nowhere to go, so spent her life in an orphanage. And the rest is normal. Finished high school, left the orphanage, and started working with Joseph and that is it.” He finished, and I leaned on my office desk and rested my chin against my collapsed hands. I wasn’t expecting that, but it explains some of

I smiled innocently at her. “No, that’s not why I’m here,” Willow snapped. “I’ve come for the missing pages from my mother’s perfume notebooks.” “What missing pages?” My tone was pleasant, despite Willow’s hostility. “Don’t play innocent, Beatrice,” Willow seethed. “I don’t have time for your games. I know you took them. Now hand them over.”

Zach was on his phone. Willow felt the telltale prickling of her eyes. She would be crying herself to sleep again. . . . ____________________