Novel & Cerita Willow X George

Osiris POV Willow slides off my back, and King groans. He was enjoying having her on his back, but he is exhausted. After all the fighting and the running, he is ready to retreat to the recesses of my mind to help me heal. I quickly shift back into my human form and look toward Willow, but she isn't paying any attention to me. Her bottom lip is pulled between her bottom teeth. She looks as though she is deep in thought. I open my mind to the mate bond and try to feel what Willow is feeling. Her emotions are all over the place, but the main one is confusion.

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.

Willow’s eyes sparkled with a terrible brilliance as she removed her coat. “Just kill me already because I won't tell you anything.” Gordon shouted defiantly. Willow’s smile widened, revealing a hint of fangs. “I’m sure you will be willing to share everything you know, Gordon,” she said, closing the distance between them, her gaze locking onto his. Her eyes gleaming a bloody red color. “What the hell are you?” Gordon gasped, panic seeping into his voice. “I’m a vampire,” she replied with a silky confidence, leaning closer, her eyes swirling into a mesmerizing crimson. “Now tell me, how did you know that Emily is a werewolf?”

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 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. ...

That scumbag they were talking about was probably him. Xena and Willow were pen pals, and apparently, they did not hold back when sharing details. Just as he was mulling over this revelation, his expression shifted abruptly. He murmured, "Wait… what's this?"

After that, we sang the respective pack anthems, and then we settled in to watch the game start. "I think this match will be rough," Winter said, and I nodded. "George isn't going to leave things simple; he's going to fight until he wins, although he has a hard time because, even though he's not a bad player, he doesn't have a team with the same level as the team behind William." My friend was right. I took notice of George Hill. He wasn't a guy who went unnoticed; really, he was handsome, tall, with a sweet smile, and he was smart. He didn't usually get into trouble or scandal, but he had a very strong rivalry with William for as long as I could remember.

Not having any much time to waste with Tony, Patrick turned to exit the lounge and just then Willow walked in, dressed in a light blue short dress and black shoes and she stared to the two rivals in shocked, feeling embarrassed as she hadn't thought of Patrick and Tony to be in the same vicinity. "Babe.." Willow tried to stopped Patrick, but Patrick quickly walked passed her to exit the hotel and Willow stared downward seeing the guest at the lounge staring to her and she quickly exited the lounge not saying hi to Tony and she immediately ran after Patrick not caring if her family would saw the hotel recording as she was already popular and had lots of followers. "Babe!" Willow called after

Thankfully, she jumps back in time and only ends up hitting the ground with a loud thud, groaning out in pain. Before the bastard can do anything else, I jump out from the tree, flying through the air at a hundred miles an hour, landing on the fury back, digging my hands into it’s back until it yelps out in pain. I give it a tug to the right, forcing it to fall over on it’s side as I prepare to sink my teeth into it’s thick neck. But when I look to find a good spot where I can end it’s life quickly so I can get to Willow, instead I look up and find Willow on the ground, her eyes locked on her arm as it gushes blood. Her hand is clasped to it, but she’s in too much shock that she can’t compre

Jack The next day at the clinic during my appointment, Willow continues to avoid me totally, making sure to ignore all my attempts at a conversation and only speaking to me when she needs to and very formally too. It has begun to irk me, but more than that, I can't get what Camille had said about her going on a lunch date today out of my mind. It's almost like a living, breathing thought that wouldn't stop projecting images of her with some other man in my head.