Willow X George Novels & Stories

“Why did you leave and not tell me? Have I done something to offend you, Posey? You know…how I act around you… what I say to you sometimes… it’s just who I am, and it doesn’t mean anything.” “I know.” “Then what’s going on?” Her nostrils flare, but she looks down at her lap, her blush creeping down her neck. “Willow has a list, you know. To sleep with someone from every place she visits. She’s doing it because she likes it but also because she thinks she’ll meet her mate when she gets back to Crescent Falls, and then it’s over. Her life begins.” She wrings her hands, scrubbing the lotion in deeper, like her fingers hurt, especially the tips.

Willow huffed, stood up, and stomped over to the chair beside Roman, plopping down with a scowl. Roman’s entire frame relaxed the moment she was within reach. The scent of his cedarwood and rain cologne hit her, and her resolve began to melt like spring snow. "Proceed," Roman nodded to the council. His phone buzzed on the table. He checked it, his expression unreadable, and began to type. Willow’s own phone vibrated in her lap. A Luna’s place is always beside her Alpha. Nowhere else. Willow’s heart skipped. Butterflies erupted in her stomach, but she forced a stern face and narrowed her eyes at him. Roman looked at her then, his gaze roaming slowly over her features before meeting her eyes.

But the conversation had happened and it was real and it was ours and somewhere on the other side of a spring trial there was a next thing waiting. That was enough. More than enough. That afternoon Owen called to say Lily had pulled herself to standing for the first time using the coffee table as support, and that she had looked around with the expression of someone who had just made a significant discovery about the world, and that both he and Cara had immediately started crying. "You're going to be the same," Owen said. "When you have one." "We're thinking about it," I said. A pause. "Seriously." "Seriously." Another pause. Longer. Then: "Good. It's the best thing. Even the terrible parts.

“No, Nathaniel, this was real for me! I let you in. I gave you every part of me and I can’t believe I fell for your games.” Willow was sobbing at this point. I reached out to her and pulled her to me. She let me hug her, but I think it was mostly because she was so distraught. I had to fix this. I lifted her chin. “Hey, it was all real for me too. I let you in. I let you see parts of me no one else has seen. It was all real. I kissed her hard. Willow gave in for a moment before pushing me away.

Mary Wills,the most popular girl on campus stood in front of her blocking her way. Willow stood in silence, she knew Mary Wills had experience with older men. Rich men. She didn't want to burn the bridge and retaliate just yet,she might need her in future. "What happened? Cat caught your tongue, Willow or should I call you the next Mrs Green." Willow smirked. "Wow, you really are enjoying the money. Look at that outfit. Must be a fortune." Mary said as she pulled the sleeve down." Fair skin like that must have gotten you all of this."

“…yeah.” Willow stares at Aretha again. Long. Uncomfortable. Then she sighs dramatically. “Well that’s disappointing.” Aretha steps forward again. “Say one more word.” Willow lifts her chin. “You’re too old for him.” Aretha lunges. Alexander grabs her instantly. “Whoa!” “Let me go!” “No!” I step between them calmly. And look directly at Willow. “You’re not exactly young yourself.” She frowns slightly. “…I’m two hundred years old, I'm older than you all.”

Erin’s hands came up, not to push away, but to cup Nancy’s face, holding her there as the kiss turned hungry, desperate. Meanwhile, George had left Willow sobbing on the couch and claimed Lola. He pulled her to a wide, low chaise lounge. "On your hands and knees, darling," he instructed, his charm now a thin veneer over stark command. Lola complied, presenting her bare ass to the room. George admired the view for a moment before kneeling behind her. He didn't bother with foreplay. He guided his cock, still slick from Nancy’s mouth, into her from behind. Lola cried out, but it was a different sound than Willow’s, this was a cry of re-ignited pleasure, her body still sensitive from William’s e

she says with a shaky voice. This was all the confirmation that I needed as I claimed her mouth anew. The submission in her kiss had me seeing stars, meeting my lust with her own. I slowly push her back on the bed and get on top of her, needing to feel her body against mine. She complies and looks up at me, ready for whatever would come next. I run my hands down her perfect body, lifting up the t-shirt that she is wearing and bending down to kiss her bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. Willow shivers under my touch, letting out a gasp as my lips touch her skin and I notice goosebumps puckering where I had just kissed her.

“Anyway, I’m only letting this rest, FOR NOW, because Willow also told me you’ve gotten her enrolled into her dream program in the university. She’s very happy.” “She told you that? What are you two now? Besties?” I ask in a very annoyed tone and he rolls his eyes. “Oh, don’t be such a jealous Betty, you would be close with her as well if you had not rejected her the way you did.” He disses me and rises to his feet, leaving me fuming on mine. “I’ll be keeping an eye on Eleanor. I don’t know what you mean when you say Willow needs her for character growth, but if she steps a toe out of line, I’m going Beta mode on her.”

I looked over her shoulders to see Andre, but his seat in the living room was empty. Where did she go? I wanted to ask. But I did not. Willow noticed my look, and smiled. “He went outside to talk to Lucas. Pack Buisness, I suppose.” “Oh,” I said and smiled stiffly. Willow chuckled. The sound was like music. “You know, Andre did not introduce up properly before.” Then she held out her hand. “I am Willow. Willow Bennett.” I took her hand. It was soft. “Lillian Stewart.”