Willow Sweeney Novels & Stories

she inquired, turning her chair to face me. I looked at her, puzzled. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I want to?” Willow raised an eyebrow, and I continued to search her face for understanding. “What?” I pressed. “I know you, Cain,” she replied. “Oh? Have we ever had a real conversation before?” I challenged. “Maybe not, but you’re not exactly a deep person.” “How would you know that?” “Oh, I’m sorry, but haven’t you slept with more women than there are types of cancer?” she shot back. “Your numbers far exceed mine, and I bet you can’t even remember the names of ten of them.”

Danika Williams As much as I hate to say it: I’ve been a good girl. Jake didn’t seem to care, he was way too professional and it was getting on my nerves. You know what maybe I don’t need this, I don’t need to follow a man’s instructions, just so that he’ll have sex with me. That’s just crazy, I can’t be so desperate for him, right? He thinks I’ve anger issues but I just think everyone around me is very dumb and oversensitive.

"Never." Willow is married to Caspian Ivanov, the Pakhan's son and campus god. No one would ever get tired of hearing about the trips he takes her on. She's also the heir to all things Raventhorn. Literally. Her great-great-great-times-a-hundred grandfather was Raventhorn himself. The way people talked about her when we started college was like the excitement in the wizarding world when Harry Potter went to Hogwarts. "You sure you're okay? I know you must be on edge with Alessio coming back," Eilish states, tilting her head. Her electric-blue bob makes her look like a character from an anime.

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.

Do I have dementia? “Oh dear, you look confused.” She says as she laughs a little, “Come with me, I feel like I should introduce you to some people.” She says and I blindly follow her. Too confused to know what’s going on. “This is Gwen, Harry, Marie, Penelope, Daphne, Kyle, Daryl, Juliette, Sarah, Seb, Ron, Terry and of course Dave.” My eyes widen when I realize what is happening. Oh. My. God.

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

---------- -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.

“He thinks of me as a charity case. And if that is what it takes for him to fund my education, so be it. I will swallow my pride for a shot at a better life. I am a beggar, Lory.” “Why are you so cynical, Willow? You act like an old cat lady. Just because your life hasn’t been a garden of roses until this point, it doesn’t mean nothing good can happen to you after.” She sighed. “You asked for honesty and that is what I am giving you. As an outsider, I am telling you that you are more than a charity case for Mr. Rowe.”

"Ms. Anderson!" Willow approached them slowly. Seeing this, Jenna snapped, "What do you want?" "I wasn't talking to you, Mrs. Farrow." Willow flashed Jenna a wry smile before handing the gift bag she'd been carrying to Kelly. "Ms. Anderson, Arthur and I will visit you and Mr. Collinsworth in a few days. But seeing as I've run into you here, I got you a small gift. I hope you'll like it." Willow was wearing a white jacket and carried herself with confidence and grace. She had such a pretty face, too, and was polite. Kelly liked her almost immediately. "Very well. Let us know before you visit."

Amid applause and cheers, the spotlight swept over the central table, landing on a pair seated together. Agnes called out, "Wow! Looks like we've caught a couple! Care to introduce yourselves?" Willow stood up and took the mic offered to her. "Hello, everyone. I'm Willow Spencer, a bioinformatics major." Agnes grinned, turning her attention to the guy beside her. "What about the handsome gentleman next to you? Won't you introduce yourself?" Hansel remained still, and his expression was blank. Willow smiled politely. "I'll introduce him instead. This is my boyfriend, Hansel Johnson. He's not a student here; he came specifically to keep me company."