Willow Sweeney Novels & Stories

With Penny's temper, things would only escalate if she got involved. "What's the situation now?" "They've kept Jessica in the room. I ran out to make the call, so I'm not sure what's going on in there." "Just hold on a bit longer. I'll be there soon." Then, Willow hung up and urged the driver, "Please, drive faster." Jessica Sweeney was her close friend. She was a top model and was ranked among the world's top hundred. Willow met her and her manager, Penny Ashworth, under unexpected circumstances not long after arriving in Portumville.

Staying as far away as possible seemed like the better option, honestly. As I watched the guys, an attractive blond-haired woman with large breasts and a short miniskirt approached the guys. She was tipsy from what I could see, and she was giggling as she approached the Rogues, swaying slightly as she settled herself into Keane’s lap. I was surprised when he didn’t push her away, instead allowing her to sidle into his lap like a lost puppy dog. “That’s Sadie,” Kasey said softly, taking another drink. “She’s the Rogues’ current booty call.”

“Willow? Open the door.” Lucas

Mary Wills,the most popular girl on campus stood in front of her blocking her way. Willow stood in silence, she knew Mary Wills had experience with older men. Rich men. She didn't want to burn the bridge and retaliate just yet,she might need her in future. "What happened? Cat caught your tongue, Willow or should I call you the next Mrs Green." Willow smirked. "Wow, you really are enjoying the money. Look at that outfit. Must be a fortune." Mary said as she pulled the sleeve down." Fair skin like that must have gotten you all of this."

Between fits of giggles, Penelope leaned closer and whispered, "You know, Little-angel, I've heard something intriguing. Apparently, our colleague housekeeper, Willow, has been harboring a secret crush on Mr.Christopher!" My eyes widened with curiosity. "No way, really? The charming Christopher?" Penelope nodded, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Oh, indeed! And rumor has it that she'll stop at nothing to keep any girl away from him, except for Daisy, Christopher's girlfriend. Willow seems a bit afraid of her." As if on cue, Willow sauntered by the kitchen doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. I gulped nervously, feeling her icy gaze pierce through

Willow said, crossing his arms across his chest. Aurora stood up angrily from her chair staring daggers at Willow. She had a team of police whose job was to nab drug dealers. An information had reached her that Willow was into drugs and she couldn't believe the handsome businessman she had always fancy was into drugs. Nevertheless, she needs concrete evidence against Willow and now her twin sister has somehow helped her. "Son won't you start going to your office?" Lucia asked before Arabella would say a word. "The time is going when you are back in the evening you can continue your chit chat."

Willow couldn't help but massage her temples and let out a sigh of frustration. "Evelyn, I need to study for my biochemistry test," she said as she brought her phone up to her ear. "Willow, listen to me for once," Evelyn said with annoyance. Willow smiled at her effort. "Eve, I know who Kyle is and I'm sure you know him to. He changes girls like he changes his boxers and I will be no exception if I give in. All he wants is my body, Eve. I'm not stupid," she said.

She swiped her finger across the phone, and it indeed unlocked. Willow sneered, her eyes full of greed. Tonight, she would become Caleb’s woman completely!! She had waited too long for this day. As long as she succeeded, and given that she was the Sullivans’ one true daughter, Penny would be out of the picture immediately! Willow took a deep breath, found Caleb’s contact, and sent him a message. [Caleb, I got drunk tonight, and a man is following me. I’m really scared, and he keeps kicking at my door... Can you come over now, please?]

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