Willow Rose Books Novels & Stories

A sigh escapes my lips as dread washes over me, realising I didn't have a coat or an umbrella. Absolutely brilliant. Way to go, Rose. I place my hand on the glass door, knowing that soon I will be drenched. I turn to face the old librarian as she approaches the door, "Goodbye." I say softly, then walk out into the freezing cold rain, the wind whipping at my skin and causing my ebony hair to stick to my face.

Alexandria's POV It was a quiet ride back to the Demoncrest pack grounds. The scenery on the way was absolutely stunning. It was late summer, and everything was green and beautiful. I watched out the window as everything buzzed by. I was worried about leaving home. But now with Tyler becoming Alpha, I knew everything would be fine. I was deep in my thoughts when Wyatt spoke up. "We're here, Little Wolf. Are you ready?" He smiled at me. I returned a smile and nodded my head. Wyatt's phone started ringing and he pulled it out. "We're pulling up now, Max. I'll be there in a minute." He said to his Beta over the phone. Suddenly, I heard a low growl. I turned my head to look at him and I could se

“No way, brah. This is LA. We’ve gotta be seen. How about Lucky Red? We haven’t been there in a while. That hot waitress you like works there, the one with the red hair.” “Mark, all of the waitresses at Lucky Red have red hair. It’s kind of the theme.” “Oh, right, brah! I hadn’t thought of that. Sweet! So… Lucky Red, then? See Rosa?” Rome thought about the girl in the parking lot, the blonde who’d told him that’s where she was going that night. She’d probably think he was there to see her. But Rosa was hot, and he was pretty sure there was more to her than one might think. She’d told him that she was waitressing while she was going to school to be a nurse, so it wasn’t like she was just anot

I begin to start my own deep dive into the archives. Time is dragging by so slowly, and I am coming up with nothing. I glance over at Willow who is franticaly writing notes on something that she had come across. "You know you can just print the page you are looking at right?" I tease. "I don't want all of it. It's too much so I am writnig down the key parts," she answers seriously. Curiosity gets the better of me and I lean over to look at her screen, "So far I have come up with nothing. Did you find anything useful?"

Willow I wake up tucked into my bed, with a small bouquet of white flowers by my side and a bower or silvery blooms overhead. A note on my bedside table in a slanted script has my name on top. I open it and read: Willow, I hope you have slept well. I left you some sweet blossoms to ease any sorrows and remind you of me. There is elixir for strength and recovery in the refrigerator and herbal tea next to your mug. The herbal tea is a human blend that tastes good and soothes the nerves, but isn’t magical. Call me if you need anything, anything at all. I hope to see you at the grand opening, but will understand if you want to stay away from the club.

Part 1 – The Gifts My name is Willow Rose. I'm Twenty-three. With 10.6 million followers across all my social media pages. My feed is all golden-hour selfies, designer hauls, and “day in the life” vlogs that make people think I have it together. Six weeks ago, the first gift arrived. A small black box on my doorstep, no label. Inside: a vintage diamond tennis bracelet, worth more than my rent for two years. A handwritten note on thick cream cardstock:

The streets were lined with flower beds in full bloom, local shops with hand-painted signs and people who nodded as they passed, faces a little older, a little wiser, but kind nonetheless. Cassie wandered slowly, hands in her pockets, letting her steps take her where they pleased. Her first stop was the bookstore, Willow Pages, a two-story shop that still smelled of pinewood shelves and well-loved novels. She didn’t stay long but bought a worn paperback she had once read in high school, more for the nostalgia than the plot.

Hello, my Lovely Readers, I know many of you have been patiently waiting for Willow's story. Well, I have some great news! Starting on August 1, Willow's story will follow this author's note. The title of this next book is The Lycan King's Assassin.

No matter how much any of us reassure her, there is always a sliver of doubt and that is my fault, because last time things got hard, I walked away. “Rose has been reading Gwynn’s book, and she has stumbled across something Willow and Augustus believe relates to her, and us, and the more I think about it, the more I agree.” “Augustus?” Ryder questions the name he has never heard before. “My wolf’s name. Willow slipped up.” I explain how I came to know his name, not wanting to rub it in that they still don’t know the names of their beasts.