Willow X Player Novels & Stories

“He thinks of me as a charity case. And if that is what it takes for him to fund my education, so be it. I will swallow my pride for a shot at a better life. I am a beggar, Lory.” “Why are you so cynical, Willow? You act like an old cat lady. Just because your life hasn’t been a garden of roses until this point, it doesn’t mean nothing good can happen to you after.” She sighed. “You asked for honesty and that is what I am giving you. As an outsider, I am telling you that you are more than a charity case for Mr. Rowe.”

Willow said offhandedly. "Look at me" Instead, Willow got busy arming herself once again as she took note of the time. There is still time before dawn. A time that she must keep herself busy. Or else her disturbing thoughts will swallow her whole. "Where do you think you are going?" Lothaire stood tall, his arms folded, crowding the front door. "Out" "Willow" "To gather intel on Elite Parker," Willow said with a sigh. Lothaire nodded and followed her, not before muttering under his breath- "now that's not too hard, is it?"

The sound of chatter and footsteps had me snapping my eyes open just in time to see my teammates stroll in just as sweaty as I am from practice. I rise to my feet with a groan, peeling off my jersey top that is soaked in sweat. I step into the shower stall after that, standing under the spray for what feels like hours when it is only a few minutes. I can hear the others talking,, but I pay no heed to their conversation until I hear the name Willow. My back straightens at that,, and I reach up to shut off the water. “I hear she's Jack's new fuck toy.” I hear Sullivan's snigger,, and I clench my fists at that but remain quiet.

He growled, and the sound vibrated as it hummed from his throat. “Stop playing Xerxes, you know my name is Meadow.” The she-wolf stepped up to him and nudged him with her snout. He smelt of pine cones and cherries. The wolf was caught off guard as the she-wolf licked the side of his face. “I am not Xerxes,” the wolf groaned. Meadow was confused. “What should I call you then?” Meadow purred, thinking that her mate likes role-playing. “I am Alazar,” he rumbled proudly.

Willow's act of playing the victim successfully redirected all the attention and criticisms back at me. "Exactly! Now that she doesn't have a painting, she wants to peek at someone else's!" "Cassidy is shameless! She's up to her old tricks again." With people speaking up and showing support for her, Willow regained her confidence. She straightened her back and said loudly, "I will present a piece that amazes everyone on time! Unlike some people, who rely on tricks just to get attention."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I observed him as he played games on his phone. "Fuck! Keegan, you're a jerk! "He yelled. I could hear a giggle over the phone. "I'm sorry, man, that was my fault," he apologized. "What are you playing?" I inquired. "Is that you, Nola? We're playing a game called Mobile Legends," Malcolm's response astonished me. They're taking part in that game? I was watching them when they lost the game and busted out laughing. My laughter grew louder when I noticed Aries frowning when he lost a star.

Willow then began to move her hips, telling me that she also wanted more from me, and I gave her exactly what she was asking for, as I began to thrust deep inside of her finding that spot that drives her mad. Willow then began to moan, and her one hand gripped the sheets beside us, but her other hand moved to find Shawn’s cock that was hard as a rock too. She began to stroke him, and as she did, I matched her strokes with my thrusts, pulling even more moans from her.

"They're annoying, and if I lose my phone, I'll wipe the data immediately. Besides, I have nothing incriminating. I delete all my texts, and I upload most of my photos and videos to I*******m. There's nothing worth stealing." Ashton beams, clearly proud of his friend. Her level of preparedness reminds me of something the security team often says about Willow. Despite her carefree demeanor, her entire life is meticulously planned and organized to her liking. She juggles just as much, if not more, than Ashton Johnson. As I locate the video, I instruct Willow, "Just lightly rub his shoulder blades, you won't hurt him." Ashton tightens his grip on the back of the loveseat and licks his lips nerv

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

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”.