Willow Toh Novels & Stories

If the circumstances had been different when Thomas said that, Willow would have just ignored him. But it was different now. Thomas said that to give Willow an out. So, even if Art Trading Corporation asked questions in the future, Willow would still have an explanation. In order to not be tortured again, Willow helplessly said, “That day, Mr. Daniel Murdoch came with many big bosses to eat and drink here. Silvester Vedastus, the vice-chairman of Art Trading Corporation arranged for me to personally pour the wine for Daniel. “He gave me a special wine pot. It was made of pure gold and specially designed for Daniel.

"Willow, please. There are four of them and only two of us. I won't have you making a scene in public. It’s beneath you." He spoke with a logic that felt like cold water on her fire. Willow exhaled a sharp, frustrated breath. "Fine. Go take your call. I’ll be out in a minute." Tyler nodded, stepping away to answer his buzzing phone. Since males were strictly forbidden from the inner sanctum of the ladies' area, Willow slipped inside alone. She took her time, splashing cold water on her face and smoothing her hair until she felt her pulse return to normal. Satisfied, she grabbed her cap and stepped back out into the corridor. She turned the corner, only to collide with a wall of solid muscle.

But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

He whispers to me, pausing beside me for a second. “You are a saint.” I grin and nod, continuing into the room, hand outstretched to the men who look at me with startled looks on their faces. I walk around the table and hold out my hand to the first man, he’s tall and blond, his blues eye fix on me with I can only describe surprise. “ Gentlemen, my apologies for being late, I can see Tristan has been taking care of you for me. I’m Willow Doyle, Manager of Organisational Design and lead for this project.”

Willow had never met him, but Marcus told her he was a formidable force and to show him the same respect she afforded him. Although it was late winter in Virginia, Willow dressed in a short black skirt, thigh-high nylons, and a Catarina red top that V to her navel and the dimples along her lower back. The opening showed a partial scar over her left shoulder. Her legs were long and well-muscled from the hours of running she did both as a human and a wolf. Her long brown hair was loose over her body. She was already tall at 5’11”, but her three-inch stiletto put her just over 6’3”.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

Willow's POV After I got my shift off, behold, I saw Hailey . She rocked black ripped jeans and an imprinted denim crop top. I wouldn't believe her if they said she recently gave birth; talk of she put to birth early, and guess what? Twins! I'm so happy for her and Tristan, and recently they got married. I swear Jaxon has his hands full with a boy and a girl; the boy's name is Allister, and the girl's name is Willow.

Willow said as she turned toward her healing room, her long skirts spinning with her. “Like I could leave my leg outside, and it isn’t a horrible nurse job. I got it to stop bleeding on my own this time.” Stacy laughed at the thought that she was being treated like a child. Willow was older, but you didn’t dare call her old. She was a willow of a woman, slim from shoulders to feet. Her mocha skin spoke of her heritage, and her wild black hair spoke of her father’s side of the family. Not many would have guessed that she was all black, though. Most would have said she was half white. The truth was, she was born to a Voodoo Priestess who happened to be in love with a nobleman. One who happened

She pointed at Willow. Willow chuckled. "I'm Willow. I'm kinda useless in the whole beat the shit out of you department, but I bake and make gods jealous of my sweetness. I'm also kinda great at being at your back. After all the issues the last year, I upped my proficiency with guns and am now considered a marksman with my personal firearm. Don't let that fool you, because that skill degrades with other guns." She shrugged, passed the conversational ball to Ksenia.