Willow X Player Novels & Stories

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

She pointed at Willow. Willow chuckled. "I'm Willow. I'm kinda useless in the whole beat the shit out of you department, but I bake and make gods jealous of my sweetness. I'm also kinda great at being at your back. After all the issues the last year, I upped my proficiency with guns and am now considered a marksman with my personal firearm. Don't let that fool you, because that skill degrades with other guns." She shrugged, passed the conversational ball to Ksenia.

“What does Willow have on you? I can’t believe you haven’t dumped her yet. You’re not actually into her, are you?” Roy scoffed. “Get your head out of the clouds before you talk to me, will you?” “You guys just don’t get it. Even a pet will grow on you, and Willow is the ultimate pleaser. Roy can’t just turn his back on a faithful doormat.” “Oh, quit it!” Roy remarked with a smile. There was a bunch of noise, then it went quiet. Roy must have realized the call was still connected, so he hung up. The poker game was still going on when Willow arrived at the club. The guys at the poker table were the ones she had heard on the phone. No one seemed the least bit concerned, though. They were sure W

Congratulations, you've managed to disappoint me even further. Her words stung, a sharp pang of hurt shooting through my chest. But instead of backing down, I mustered up the courage to confront her further. "Why are you so obsessed with dominance, Willow? Is it truly necessary to trample over others just to feel powerful?" Willow chuckled, her tone filled with a twisted amusement. "Dominance? Oh, my dear, it's not about feeling powerful. It's about exposing weaknesses, exploiting vulnerabilities. And as for revenge, well, let's just say it's best served cold."

Her lips curl into a satisfied smile. “I thought the rumors were exaggerated.” “What rumors.” “That you’re absurdly attractive.” Aretha makes a choking noise beside him. Alexander groans. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” the girl replies brightly. She steps closer. “My name is Willow.” Of course it is. Fairy names are always dramatic. She tilts her head, examining Alexander like a rare animal. “Second year transfer.” “Great,” Alexander mutters. “I came from the Fay kingdom.” Now that gets Aretha’s attention.

“We did everything right. We exposed her. We backed him into a corner. You gave him an out—throw her out, protect his name, his daughter.” “And he refused,” Willow finished, her lips pressed into a thin, furious line. I stopped pacing. “Why?” Willow didn’t answer right away. Her eyes had gone distant, calculating, like she was replaying the entire confrontation frame by frame, searching for the flaw. I hated that look. Because it meant the game wasn’t over. “He’s emotionally compromised,” she said finally. “That girl has managed to root herself deeper than anticipated.” “Then we underestimated her,” I muttered.

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

“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.

"Anything. And I am well aware you are not with him. I spoke with Jade Collins." Willow gritted her teeth. Jade? That traitorous she-wolf! She had been feeding Roman information behind Willow’s back. She had always been a supporter of the Vale match. Willow made a mental note to handle her best friend later; the Alpha required her focus now. "I won't even dignify your insane demands with a response," Willow said, getting back to her primary objective. "Do you truly want my forgiveness or not?"

She snapped in annoyance when he raised a lazy brow at her, "I'm mated to your brother, Harrison so I shouldn't be shacking up with his brother behind his back" "But he can shack up with another woman that's not his mate and also parade her in from of every other person as his Luna?” “That's not it” Willow was embarrassed at what he just said but it was the bloody truth. Still, it didn't explain why she should be doing all of these things with Marshall, “Because Harrison is with another woman does not mean I should be with another man.”