Willow Radke Age Novels & Stories

“Mr. Goldmann, please don’t tell me that you’ve never planned to do so.” Maisie pretended to be surprised upon seeing that his expression turned gloomy. “How is this the right thing to do? A woman’s prime shouldn’t be wasted, not to mention Willow is already 26 years old. She’s no longer young. It’s time for her to get married.” Willow’s expression turned more and more embarrassed, but she did not dare to look at Nolan. Maisie raised her eyebrows. “Or, Mr. Goldmann, are you playing with my sister’s feelings?”

"I called you back for two tasks. You'd track down Mia Melly and secondly, you'll be receiving an important guest for me. Pose as a friend and get close to her." "If you don't mind me asking, how old is she and what creature?" "She shouldn't be less than 18 or more than 20 and she's a recently turned Vampire. They call her Willow Baker."

“Willow.” “What’s she done, Mum?” “Went into town and got nail extensions! Your father will hit the roof when he gets home. I mean, where did I go wrong with that girl? She never listens, does what she pleases, and believes she can get away with anything.” “Mum, calm down. Why don’t you go spend time with Skye? I’ll deal with Willow.” Skye is four, quite a bit younger than her older siblings. A shy and quiet little girl, beautiful and always full of smiles.

I'd have to make doubly sure my past stayed in the past. Ryker's bright green eyes widened. "Are you having a stroke?" I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. Shit. I shook my head. "No. Sorry. You saying that about the news coverage reminded me of something." I waved it away. "What's Willow getting?" He took the bait, a smile stretching his face. "She's getting recognized by the state at some kind of ‘rich people, look at us' party." Willow rolled her eyes. "Yay. So much fun." She sounded like she was getting ready to clean a toilet.

“Do you think I’m lame?” “I do not think you’re lame. I think you’re amazing.” “But?” “But you’re Lola’s primary parental figure…” she reminds me. “And that makes you lame to her by default.” “No!” I exclaim in dismay. “I’m still so young. I’m only twenty-five!” “That’s old for a sixteen-year-old.” Willow reaches across the table to pat my hand. “It’s not personal.”

She spent a lot of time carting me to dance classes, recitals, buying pointe shoes and tutus and the outfits I had to have as a kid and teenager. She wanted to see me succeed, too. “My parents and sister are coming up next week,” Willow says. “I guess my sister wants to apply here and follow in my footsteps.” I raise my eyebrow. Willow’s sister, Indie, is a wilder version of my best friend. At sixteen, she already has a reputation of dating too much, of sneaking out, drinking when her parents aren’t home. She smokes weed, too. Something Willow and I tried exactly once before my mother forcibly smacked some sense into me.

He just had one request for me: "Willow is very sensitive. She usually doesn't like anyone but when she does, she falls hard for them. Let me break the news to her later this week. It is her birthday tomorrow and I don't want her to feel broken-hearted." I didn't understand why or how someone could fall hard after barely talking two words, but I nodded. I would be back in Thunder Bay by then anyway and Willow was no longer my headache. I was dying to go back to my mate and was glad the meeting was over. I could still take her with me for dinner and dancing and then explain the situation to her before going to dance with Willow once. The bigger ordeal was to go back to Thunder Bay and coax my

A brief moment of silence engulfed both ends of the call before Miranda went out giving another task to Jennifer regarding Howard, "Anyway! Keep an eye on him and notify me of every small detail." "Okay, ma'am. And what about the party? Should I start preparing?" Jennifer asked curiously. "What party?" Miranda asked which left Jeniffer shocked. Even if the world was meeting its end, Miranda wasn’t a person who would forget the birthdays of her family members. It was very surprising when Jennifer heard Miranda asking her back. Because it was an important occasion for the Andersons', the birthday of the youngest grandchild of Miranda! “Why, ma’am! The birthday party for Miss Lucy. It’s approac

It looks like a cabin and I have my own beautiful yard which I have planted with different beautiful flowers, it’s my favourite place to read a book and have a coffee. I am Beatrix by the way, people who know me call me Bea. I am 26 years old and was born and brought up in this town of WillowRidge. My mother decided to divorce my dad when I was 2 years old and left us. We never saw her after that. My Dad loved me to the moon and back. He worked hard to raise me. He was always present for all my sports, recitals, parent meetings and still managed to work full time to provide for us.

He rested his chin on my shoulder. “You’re dealing with her this time.” Harper took another deep breath. She dreaded dealing with Willow, their daughter, about their trip tomorrow. Willow is 19 years old, and rebellious as they come. She is a lot like her mother, you can’t tell her to do something and expect her to comply 100%. “She already says she’s not going.” Harper couldn’t understand why Willow didn’t want to visit their dragon friends in the Mythical Lands. The prince’s party is for young adults only, so Gabriel and Harper won’t be attending. They were hoping Willow would attend, though they both knew it was going to be hard to get her there. She hasn’t seen any of them since she was