Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

Gregory held Willow's hand as they walked to the door together. Once outside, Willow threw his hand out of hers and began to run. She needed to get away from him. This was all some kind of misunderstanding. She is Willow Winter, the once famous miracle child, orphan girl that hustles her way through life. She did not need a hand out or a knight in shining armour. Marriage is a big step, Willow still believed in fairytales. She still thought about the love her parents shared. She was apart of a fairytale until fate took them away.

---------- -Willow’s POV- Later that night, as I lay in bed, I thought about the decision I had made. For a long time, I had been running. I had been hiding from my past, hiding from my family, and trying to protect Ace in the shadows. But standing next to Silas made me feel like I could stand in the light. I wasn't just a C-list actress or the discarded daughter of the Sinclairs anymore. I was Willow Mercer. I picked up my phone one last time and scrolled through the comments on the articles. People were shocked, some were curious, and many were supportive. For once, the gossip didn't hurt. I felt a sense of power.

But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

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.

I yell at him. No one else besides me and Willow could get away with putting him in his place. Willow didn’t care that he was an alpha. She had a strength and temper to rival his at times, but just like him she can be the kindest and most compassionate person I have ever met. She was made to be a Luna; she just doesn’t know it yet. Ronan is one of the greatest people in the world with a heart of gold and I honestly think his pride is just hurt.

Her scent stood out, instantly confirming her identity. "Could you go into more detail about your journey from the human world to the prince's bedroom?" The king asked, eager to learn her story and put it to rest once and for all. “Okay,” Willow said, “I can do that.” She cleared her throat. “I was at work, and when I left, it had already started raining. I didn’t have an umbrella so I waited for the storm to pass. And while I waited, my boss who is also my former childhood friend, offered a ride saying he wanted to talk to me. I will not describe the subject of the conversation but I will say that it soon turned into an argument. I stormed out of the car after asking him to stop at the side

"Anyway, the White Wolf's soldiers assigned for the operation later are Team, Simon, Seth, his girlfriend Rose Brandon and her brother, Ash Brandon." "I'm guessing the gay Wolf soldier you're talking about is this Ash?" Alexander said as he went through this Ash profile. White skin and red lips. What a perfect combination! Plus this man had an amazing muscles, abs, and well-built perfectly for him. Not to mention his name is incredibly sexy in his lips. Oh, after five years, he is so going to have so much fun later.

Her mind was completely blank except for Joey's words echoing from earlier at the bridal shop. "My friend only managed to find out that the woman's name is Iris Saville. She's 27 years old and recently returned to Emperia from Acrombia. She's a painter and often does street sketches…" … "Willow?" A familiar voice brought Willow back to reality. As Quentin waved his hand in front of her face, he asked, "What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost." Snapping out of her stupor, Willow forced herself to respond, "What are you doing here?"