Willow Tara Buffy Novels & Stories

I knew she was upset with me for stopping her so I mink linked one word, “Please.” She gave a brief bow of her head, letting me know that she would wait for me. I stripped my clothes off as quickly s I could and began to shift. I stared up at my mate through Ghosts eyes and I see this aura around her, like a shimmering blue light. It’s funny because I couldn’t see it in my human form, and I hadn’t seen it when she was in her wolf form. Willow begins to remove her boots when I caught movement from the corner of my eye. It all happened so fast. Willows was bent over untying her laces when something barreled into her side, knocking her into a steel table across the room.

“He has noticed me too, but should I approach him?” Zack was in his mid-twenties. Willow wouldn’t call him a hard worker. He was, however, her only friend at work. But calling him a friend would be a stretch, perhaps an acquaintance. Someone who understood why she wanted to kill herself after every meeting with the boss, and no, there is no word for it, so let’s stick with acquaintance. The woman shuffled the deck of tarot cards before laying five cards out on the table. Willow noticed her long, pointy nails before averting her gaze to the burning candles behind the woman. A fire hazard.

"I have a gift for you. I must give you before the others. Promise me you'll open mine first." Devon's interest was piqued, prompting him to nod in agreement. "Alright, let's go in," he replied. As they went inside, Parker initiated a conversation. “Hey, Devon, how are you doing with the interesting project given to us by Mrs. Gomez?” He asked as they entered the house. Willow made a motion to rise from the couch to greet Devon, but Trevor intercepted her with a warning glare, causing her to concede without hesitation. Willow Harris was the beautiful sixteen years old daughter of the family. Like her mother, she had chestnut curls and a striking shade of bright blue eyes. She had an average

but definitely a close second. Me: UGH, LUCA! When will I ever learn?! The Linc to My Fish: Sis, you could be the most intelligent person on this planet, yet love can still turn anyone into a fool. Me: Great, first Buffy and now you. The Linc to My Fish: Who's Buffy? Ummm, excuse me? Buffy immediately chimes in inside my head. I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the most cheerful, determined, witty, lovable, and strongest natural leader you'll ever encounter, pal!

“I really need to get back or I’ll be missed.” Another lie. “No problem,” Brandon’s twinkling smile didn’t match the intensity of his steel grey eyes as he bowed and stepped aside. “It was a pleasure to meet you.” Tara tipped her head in a short nod and smile awkwardly in his direction as she spurred her mare into action. She couldn’t get away quick enough. She wished she knew how to reach Maggie. So many frightening things were happening. She thought about her destroyed den and the horrible creature in the ball and finally the enormous wolf. She needed to see Maggie. Maggie would know what to do, she was certain of it.

She turned to her friends. "Girl, you look dope!" It was Tara John. Short for Omotara John. The sexiest super bikini model and actress in the city. Tara was twenty two years old. More like the youngest among her group of friends but the one with the smartest tongue and biggest gut. Tara was fearless and the kind of model who loves to live her life as she deems fit without looking at snide comments from haters.

Opal cleared her throat and continued, "Madam, there's something you don't know. Cory told me that a new secretary named Tara has joined Mr. Delbert's company recently. "I know her. She used to stay on the island for a while. I heard she's an orphan. Mr. Delbert rescued her from human traffickers, and she idolized him. But later, Mr. Delbert sent her to take care of Ms. Vicky in Imperium. "Tara is very clever. She only helped Mr. Milton once to cure his headache, and Mr. Milton took her as his goddaughter. I think she managed to work at Mr. Delbert's company with Mr. Milton's help.

“I don’t let just any wolf choose me as their mate. “Lucky for me, I’m no ordinary wolf, Ms. Buffy, “Jamie responded as he wrapped his arms around my waist as we stood on top of a hill with the moon behind us. Never before had I felt the autumn winds tickle my skin to the point where goosebumps emerged over me. Only complemented by the bubbling intimacy that I nervously attempted to keep dominate. “You know how being around all the purple blossoms in a cool night in the woods gets me excited, “

I would publicly reject him and cause him the biggest embarrassment if he tried. “Young love.” Tara said in admiration, as if remembering her younger days. “You are still young too.” I reminded her, “Why do you act like you are my Mom’s age?” “Your Mom is hot and classy.” “Do you swing both ways?” I eyed her peculiarly. “I used to when I was in college.” She said frankly and then added proudly, “Before meeting Brody I was a wild one, but now the mate bond is powerful and the greatest magical splendor that we wolves could ever experience.”

“I was under the impression he knew. It’s not a secret. I don’t know why he cares. He shouldn’t have an opinion at all.” “He has the hots for you, girl.” “He doesn’t.” “I say… add him to your list.” “I don’t have a list.” I rise and walk to the window. This room has a view of the backyard. Aris is nowhere to be seen, but Miles, Tate, and Roman, who hasn’t spoken to me since the market fiasco this morning, are lounging in the grass drinking cans of beer–pregaming for the bonfire tonight. Willow is heading out tomorrow to continue her grand tour of Eastonia, her next stop being Twin Rivers before she hops over to Tarsian… all in her little blue convertible.