Willow Smurf Novels & Stories

SUSAN: No, you are not. WILLOW: I will fix it all, Suzie. Wait and see. I will get them out of my hair once and for all soon. SUSAN: That's my girl! You are a fighter, Will. SUSAN: See, even your name has WILL in it. Stay strong and fight for your justice. Willow smiled at the last message. What would she do without this friend of hers? WILLOW: Thanks, girl. Talk to you later.

“Is that why you wanted me to come? To remind me of what I lost? To show everyone that I’m still here. The half wolf, half human abomination?” “It wasn’t like that, Will. I just wanted you to see that I am changing things.” I gesture to the garden. “This isn’t changing things. This is following your fathers footsteps and acting like you are the best thing since sliced bread because you have money. And by the way my name is Willow, not Will!” Harlow stares at me, but he doesn’t seem annoyed by my anger. In fact he seemed more intrigued. Likely because it was a side he had never really seen.

He showed his pristine smile even though his face was smeared in black. Willow thought, "A gorilla?" Wayne thought, "Is she enchanted by my good looks?"

I am beginning to grow concerned something might be wrong with her. Peeking my head out of the farmhouse door. I try to hide my worry from her. "Are you coming, Mighty Mouse," I ask her. Willow changes her whole demeanor once I call out for her. She spreads a fake smile and lifts her head to look at me. "Of course. If I remember correctly, YOU owe me a present," she says as she walks stiffly into the farmhouse.

❤️❤️❤️ Sebastian and Willow (Part 3) ❤️❤️❤️ "Is this how you smoothly talk your way into ladies pants?" Aurora found herself asking, liking the position they were in and then remembered who she was talking to, a sicko, a murderer who had killed his only son, a woman beater. "No, just only you." Willow's deep baritone voice brought her out of her thoughts. "I am starting to like you."

Jean-Pierre asked as he started to sort the items from the basket. “My name is Willow. I need some food items.” She told Jean-Pierre, and he helped her to pick out the items she needed. Willow carried the items in her basket. Out onto the walkway, she went to head home. The day was growing late, and Willow didn’t want to be out after dark. As she moved down the walk, she smiled. Jean-Pierre, she was sure, had to be Falling Feather reborn.

Ordinary things aren't supposed to make my heart beat this fast. "Mummy?" Willow tugs gently on my sleeve. "Can we go inside? My tummy's making funny noises." That snaps me out of whatever spiral I'd been slipping into. Willow comes first. She always comes first. "For someone whose tummy is making funny noises, you certainly found enough energy to remind me about playing with your toys first." I laugh and tickle her sides, even while my brain is coming up with so many different problems right now.

Lola’s body slowly went cold, and she stuttered, “What do you mean?” Feline rolled her eyes, “You are a werewolf by birth Lola. The only thing we injected in you was a tracking device. So, by lying to me you not only missed out on a million dollars you also led us straight to them. In fact, we will be there in 5 minutes to wipe out your stinking species once and for all.” The hologram started to stutter and then completely disappeared. Lola stared at the ring in total shock when she noticed the trees started to move from a strong wind. Not long after she heard the sounds of helicopters in the distance.

I'm kind of exaggerated but who cares! Alex looked at me like I was a criminal; like it was a crime to hate marshmallows. “How… how… oh my God. How can you say marshmallows are disgusting? They’re divine…” Okay, this guy was just being dramatic. Did marshmallows save his life or something? I chuckled, amused that it was bothering him this much. "Okay, okay. I’ve heard you. Can we drop this and focus on what we’re here to do?" Alex furrowed his eyebrows and pouted like a kid who just got scolded by his mum. "I guess we can."

I say. Zael smirks at me. “You should have smelled the Middle Ages. That was a bad time for personal hygiene.” I bark laughter and sit on the edge of the bed while we wait for Glenn, Tully, and Alfred. Glendora may or may not show up, it all depends on her mood, and Marlon moved on with the other humans. Willow has gone quiet again. She’s leaning against the far wall with her arms crossed over her breasts, just staring at the witch. I can see the gears turning. She is definitely up to something.