Willow Sweeney Novels & Stories

Jyn looked down at Willow and introduced herself. Willow didn't mind as she was still somewhat polite. "Hello, I'm Willow Stewart, the CEO of Southlake Corporation," she also introduced herself. The two appraised each other. Jyn wasn't surprised to see Willow's beauty. Willow had an air of elegance, but her makeup was light, creating a slight difference compared to herself. At the thought of this, Jyn felt somewhat pleased. "Are you Caspian's wife? Caspian is the son-in-law of the Stewart family, right?" she stared at Willow and asked.

Willow starts to walk down the stairs wearing a black mini dress, red high heels, red dangly earrings and a denim jacket. Her long light brown hair curled and free flowing. She was always a natural beauty and it pained me to see her dressed in such a sexy way. I had known Willow since I met Jeremy at secondary school. She was always a bit of a book worm, but she was starting to come out of her shell a bit. She was the Princess of the Pack and had watchful eyes on her wherever she went. I have a feeling security was not informed of tonight’s outing and the girls were hoping to sneak out without being caught. “Hi Brett.” Willow beamed as she looked up meeting my gaze. “You both watching the fo

He promises. “And then he took his pants off, remaining in his underwear only.” Lailah tells me, a tone filled with excitement. “Really?” It's hard to believe. But when my mind kindly offered me a picture of Leo in underwear, I couldn't help but laugh. “No. She is lying.” Leo firmly declines, glaring at his girlfriend. “Come on, now. Don't be shy. Willow is a family.” Lailah tells him. I stop smiling. Family? Is it that easy to become a family? I don't know. But what I know is that they now know my secret as well. They know I'm Willow and not Amber.

She leaned onto the table with her head resting on her palm, her eyes twinkling in awe of his power. I shook my head, “he won’t, he’s like my grandma, only we aren’t seeking anything,” I opened the menu, “except food.” Willow looked around, “what other supernatural’s are here, tell me please,” she pouted her lips and fluttered her lashes at all of them. Cane stood tall, “what are you ordering?” My head tilted to him, “I’ll have the beef stew, salad and a tall glass of milk.” Willow waved her hand, “grilled cheese, tomato soup and chocolate milk.” She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at everyone, “these people aren’t nice, their all hiding something, you know that bothers me when p

WILLOW “Willow!” The best phrase to describe Jane Keller is “cunt licker.” She’s the kind of girl that would do anything to get in Tessa’s good graces. Rumor has it that she’s being in love with Tessa since freshman year. That’s got to be the reason why she’s so devoted to her. If she’s trying to talk to me now, it’s only because of her best friend. “Hold on,” she hurries towards us, sidestepping Aiden’s bike. She’s quite fast, considering she’s wearing six-inch heels on a hot summer afternoon.

Selene agreed with me. Honestly, I did not like the goddess much, but we were in a bind already. Gambling with our existence was too much; even though she claimed it wasn't her fault and she was forced into it by Apate, that was just her side of the story. She might have done something or allowed something that gave the goddess of deception a right to challenge her. Of course, now that everything had been blown up beyond proportion, she would claim to be the good guy. All I know is that our world must survive the destruction. That is the side I was on. "Do you think we could have them freeze my eggs now?" Willow asked me, and I was shocked those were her first words after the tears and showe

"No, I haven't. I don't have anyone, didn't I tell you before?" "So you don't have a boyfriend?" "Is that part of your investigation?" Shawn just shook his head and smiled again. "I'm sorry." The detective never meant to be rude. But who wouldn't be attracted to a woman like Willow? She had a well-proportioned body with an exotic tan. Back-length wavy hair the color of chestnut, which she always wore in a bun, revealing the free nape of her neck. Willow is different from most women in town. She moved to the outskirts of Seattle in search of a new life and peace. Peace that lasted only six to seven years. And now her life was shattered again.

she grumbles, and she refuses to drink anymore. "You need to finish it," Celeste chastises her. Willow's eyes glaze over. I quickly look at her hands, but they are tightly wrapped around the mug. I know she is having a vision. But I don't know how when she is not touching anyone. Her eyes come back to focus, and Willow looks at Celeste with great interest. "Who are you?" She asks Celeste curiously. The color drains from Celeste's face as Willow asks the question. "Osiris has already told you who I am," she chuckles nervously. "My name is Celeste."

And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.” The storm was coming, and I would be its eye.