Willow Sweeney Novels & Stories

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.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

A private seat had been booked under his name in the slaughterhouse with leather face at the end of the hallway, ramming his chainsaw in full force. He had to admit that Suman is a charming view and good with women. He probably doesn’t have any issue in approaching women of all kinds–compared to Mike, who hands over divertible hints. But most importantly, the irreversible heartbreak Sarah will be subjected to. “I DON’T KNOW!!! I asked my mom. She admits giving my number but she also has no idea since he referred to himself as my old friend” she shrugged her shoulder with a frown, needing to defend herself.

I couldn’t help but think about why the media was so interested in him, why the girls were flocking around him not that I care, but I was just curious. I am always so busy with my cafe, I don’t even use social media, even my cafe’s social media marketing is handled by my staff and friend Nina. She is amazing at it. Nina an amazing girl, so beautiful and charismatic was not from WillowRidge, she came here as a tourist and fell in love with this town. She moved here took various jobs until she joined my cafe full time. She is a trustworthy friend. The little time I get with myself I like being cozy in my garden reading a book and loosing myself into the world of imagination.

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.

"They're entering, behind you." I turn my stiff neck and, to my surprise, Willow enters through the entrance with Seth leading the way. They head towards our table. Willow is wearing a pastel purple tulle skirt and a striped top that landed her on Celebrity Crush's Worst Dressed list this morning. However, she doesn't seem to care. With a single blink, they've already reached us. Willow collapses on the chair next to me, and I wrap my arm around her back. I push aside whatever happened with Lennox earlier. Moving forward is the only choice I have.

featured a photo of her leaving a small café, coffee and donut box in hand. "Dear Willow," it proclaimed, dripping with a mix of malice and amusement, "The tall, dark, and handsome CEO of Mikaelson Robotics and Pharmaceuticals, Castiel Mikaelson’s ex-wife is back in town after years away. Should we congratulate the newest bride (who’s her identical twin sister, by the way) or crash the wedding? Sweet Willow, I won’t lie. If it’s the second option, I’m all in for the drama. I love this town, but I love drama even more!"

Right now there wasn’t a trace of a blush on her cheeks as she lifted my cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around my head, then sucking in her cheeks as she draws me in all the way. I’ve had women blow me before, but Willow’s ability just knocked them all out of the water. The things she was doing with her mouth had me rimming the edge, just for her to stop and start again. She did this a few times before she opened her eyes to peer at me and I knew this was my cue to blow - and when I did; I grasped her head and emptied myself deep down her throat. Did she swallow? Of course, she fucking did, and she looked proud of it too. Licking her lips, she gets back on top of me, straddling my tw

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

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.