Willow X Boscha Novels & Stories

Gia didn't see it coming; the violent act didn't match Willow's sorrowful demeanor. "HEY!" Rose yelled, pulling Gia away from Willow. "Just remember this—I won't stay silent! How dare you!" Willow shouted, attempting to strike Gia again, but Rose quickly shielded her. Though Willow was tall and willowy, Rose was still a few centimeters taller. Rose's quick movement made Willow hesitate and step back. Willow's forlorn image vanished, replaced by dry eyes and a face twisted in anger. Her green eyes, once mournful, now glared menacingly at Gia like a doll from a horror movie, ready to haunt anyone who ignored her.

Beatrix: The air in WillowRidge had shifted, and it wasn’t just because of the media frenzy or the hotel project. It was the weight of secrets—ones I didn’t know I was carrying, ones tied to the two men orbiting my life like restless moons. I woke up that morning with a strange resolve. Whatever tethered me to Sebastian and Adam, I had to find the root of it. I couldn’t let their emotions dictate my life, not anymore.

Not wanting to disturb them I stay hidden in the shadow of a tall tree and lean against it. “When you come at me I want you to lean into it with your weight in your shoulders” Carter tell Willow who takes up a wide stans then lunges at Carter knocking him backwards. “Good but next time don’t hesitate, were wolves and can take a hit better then I linebacker” Willow takes the same stans as before and as soon as his right foot hits the ground he’s air born knocking Carter to his back with Willow on-top of him. Carter chuckles out a caught and pats Willow on the arms. “Way better.

He had notice something growing on its trunk, a smooth bump that was a size of a person’s face, worrying that it was a parasite he had tried to gently claw it off, but deep green liquid had ooze out, he had gotten scared, afraid of hurting the tree and decided to let it be, That night he had slept on the roots of the willow. Restless he couldn’t shake the feeling of violence inside of him, his beast growling and twitching, he wanted blood, he glanced back from where he stood pressing his face on the tree as if telling her he would come back, he ran. He needed to release such anger. ...

Willow couldn't help but massage her temples and let out a sigh of frustration. "Evelyn, I need to study for my biochemistry test," she said as she brought her phone up to her ear. "Willow, listen to me for once," Evelyn said with annoyance. Willow smiled at her effort. "Eve, I know who Kyle is and I'm sure you know him to. He changes girls like he changes his boxers and I will be no exception if I give in. All he wants is my body, Eve. I'm not stupid," she said.

I wait patiently for whoever is on the other end of the call to stop fighting. I hear a loud smack and a thump. A woman’s voice comes through the speakers. “Give me the phone,” Willow hisses loudly. “No!” Osiris shouts back at her. “I am dealing with this.” “No, you aren’t,” Willow shouts at him. There is another loud shuffle for the phone, and I hear Osiris scream out in pain. Willow gets on the phone, and she is panting loudly. Rumor has it that she used to be an assassin for the Lycan King. It is no wonder she was able to wrestle the phone away from Osiris.

He seemed like a little dog obeying his master, It was as if Daisy had an unwarranted control over him, and I despised it more than anything, it irritated me to no end. I couldn't resist making disapproving faces and gestures while hoping to convey my embarrassment towards Christopher's behavior. As I stood there, fully immersed in my silent protest, an unexpected force pushed me from behind, causing me to stumble and fall right in front of Christopher and Daisy. It was Willow, the notorious troublemaker. She hastily apologized, her voice dripping with insincerity. "Oh my goodness! I am so sorry," Willow exclaimed, pretending that the act had been unintentional. Satisfied with her accomplish

As his aura appeared weak, Barnabas, who was a stage-eight martial god, took up the task of fighting Walter. Sykes was a stage-nine martial god who was an expert in enchantment spells, and he took up Chase as his opponent. As for Willow, she was only a stage-six martial god. There was nothing to be afraid of. However, Sykes started to realize that Willow was Carla's maidservant when he could do nothing about Chase. He also thought it strange that Willow was here. "I…" Willow hesitated before deciding to lie. "I was sent here by our sect master on a secret mission."

There, she yanked her hand away from his skin as if it burned her. Knox's nostrils flared at her action but he took deep breaths to control himself. He had greater problems in his hands right then. "Who is he?" Knox asked again, this time his voice much softer and calmer. "My boss." Willow hissed as she turned away from him, looking frantically for someone eavesdropping on their conversation or filming them. "I am your boss." He hissed back with equal ferocity. Willow turned to him, fire in her eyes. "Well, you forget, Mr. Knox Wright, that I have two jobs. And he is my boss at my more legit job."

"He really got to you, didn't he? This is not about the mission. This is about him, isn't it? Wow, Willow is abandoning a mission for a guy. I never thought I would see the day" "Seize your rubbish, Reagan. HE is the mission," Willow snapped, not wanting to hear what her heart was telling her. "Whatever you say. I will message you the address. But be careful with her Willow. She is dangerous. She won't do anything unless she is crossed. Try to be on her good side" "If she reciprocates" "Fair enough" "Wait!! Let me talk to her," Brenda took the phone before Reagan could cut her off. "Willow, I think I found something," Brenda said, her voice laced with excitement.