Willow Tara Buffy Novels & Stories

He just hoped it wasn’t the will to live. “Lynn has what I call a posse. She controls the posse with an iron fist. That chick is her BFF or her righthand. I call her Lynn’s toady. She’s a rogue still. Alpha Elmwood won’t accept her into his pack. He hates her because she takes Lynn’s attention away from him. The chick’s name is, Deb Dunville. She works at a custom clothing shop. You know the type of shop that makes team jerseys, t-shirt uniforms, one of a kind t-shirts, and stuff like that.” Tara was glad she’d found the cashier gig at the grocery store. It meant she didn’t have to hide as much from Lynn and her nasty friends. Lynn didn’t have many friends. She, Debra Dunville, and Carrie Sm

I finish up on Thursday and lock up to find Taran next to my car. Since he came back, things are different. I can’t explain it, but something is different in him. Tonight we are flying to see Willow. I’m nervous but also excited. I don’t know what to expect or if she will even be friendly towards us. From the little information I gathered through the ancient dragon texts, Willow only wants peace in the forest. She comes off as unyielding, but if we present information that will aid the forest, she will gladly partner with us.

He wanted to conquer Buffy’s body, put her under him, and fulfill his sick desire. Noticing Kiefer’s lustful gaze, Kaze’s eyes turned icy cold. Buffy was sensitive to a man’s gaze as well. She knew Kiefer was scrutinizing her body and it made her sick. She suppressed the disgust in her heart and nodded. “Mr. Heartano, I’m Buffy Gwake from Gwake Corporation.” “Haha, I have heard a lot about you.” Kiefer tapped on Tiffany’s butt, causing her to pout her pink lips. She obediently slid off his lap and then looked at Buffy with hostility.

Tara finds me first. "Hey, girl!" I call, lifting a hand. Tara lights up immediately and comes barreling toward me like a blonde missile. "CAT!" She wraps me in a hug hard enough to crack ribs. "You smell aggressive today," she says brightly as she steps back. "I saw Sandra before eight a.m." Tara winces. "Damn. That's rough." Tara is a wolf from Red Ridge, the neighboring pack. Blonde, blue-eyed, outgoing, loud, fearless. The type of girl who could wear a crop top during a snowstorm and somehow survive through pure confidence alone.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

Willow began sniffing her clothes as he couldn't tear his nose away from the gown. Turning around to face him, Arabella's eyes widened when she saw who it was. Putting on her best seductive smile. "Hello Mr Willow." She said and Willow stopped what he was doing and glanced up to meet her eyes. "I am Arabella, what are you doing in Bradford?" He couldn't tell her he ran all the way from Derby to Bradford to kill a family he ended up not killing.