Willow Toh Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Is it that boy?" Willow was tense as she turned around. "It's Mia Thompson." . . . ________________

"Yes of course. This will be wonderful. Now I will be borrowing Victor later today so that he can help me with a gift for Chu. I'll let you know when the time comes. Also, Chun-Hei will reach out to you about the details." He beamed at her and gave her a bow. "Not a problem. I will call her and send her the information." He bowed to her once more then turned to leave. Willow finally showed up to work. Her eyes were bloodshot. She looked terrible with her hair barely combed. Akiaya looked at her disgusted and annoyed. At least she showed up this time. Akiaya spoke to her in a normal voice which caused Willow to wince in pain. "Shhh too loud."

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."

Also, she has now moved into the villa and is living with Caspian. "She's no longer part of our family, so why would she want to help us?" Donald said. "I didn't think Willow would be so cruel. We're still family, after all. She wouldn't ignore the Stewart family completely!" Marilyn said. "Grandma, are you saying that we should keep begging Willow?" Henry asked. "Exactly. Willow is a project manager in Southlake City. It's such a valuable connection, so how can we not make use of it? "If we partner up with Southlake Corporation, our family will soar to great heights!" Marilyn said.

I know she is basically in a walking vegetative state but it still feels wrong to just experiment on her without at least letting her know and asking for permission. "Katarina, my name is Willow. I, we, think that I may be able to help you bring your wolf back. I have to touch you in order to do that. Do you want me to help you?" Her face remains blank and no words were exchanged, but oddly enough her hands reached out to me as if she wanted me to hold them. That movement was enough for me to have faith that Katarina was definitely still in there, trying to get free. I reach out and gingerly take both of Katarina's hands in mine.

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.

I said back to him. “I wouldn’t say it was nothing to worry about. I have been around a long time and have treated a few Dacians in my time. They don’t normally cause this level of exhaustion. My name is Willow, and I am the top healer of the capital. I’m just going to check your vitals and do some feeling through my magic. It won’t hurt. It’ll just feel like a warmth moving through you. One thing about Fae you will learn is we cannot lie.” She explained, giving me a warm smile, her lavender-coloured eyes matching her breathtaking beauty.

They mumble apologies as they walk out, leaving the apartment silent once more. “I have to go,” Willow breaks the silence, then she breaks free from my hold, sitting a few inches away. “I wish you all the best and you will never see me again." " What do you mean?" "I’m going to resign as your TA, and the semester is almost over. You will not be my professor anymore. I promise to always stay out of your way on campus.” “Willow, why did you not let them take me?” I whisper. “And tell Mike to kidnap someone else when he needs a new batch. I want nothing to do with you.”

But Theo knew. Of course he did. She wasn’t surprised when Theo found her a few minutes later. She was standing near the pack’s storage building, checking inventory with Elden, one of the older wolves who managed supplies. Elden was chatting easily about the winter reserves, but Willow was barely hearing him. She felt him first—his presence brushing against her mind like a warm current. Then, his voice slipped through the link. “Willow.” She didn’t respond. Not immediately. Theo wasn’t impatient, but she felt the weight of his attention settle on her like a warm, steady force.