Willows Library Novels & Stories

"Remember, things aren't going to be smooth, Lena. You're going to suffer. Your strength will be tested but if you are strong enough, you will come out victorious." Nodding, I smiled at him before pulling my seatbelt over my chest and locking it in. Fred hit the gas and we made our way home. It wasn't a long drive. It took about thirty minutes for us to get back to town. Willow Town was known for its massive land area, with boundaries several minutes away from civilization. "Feels good to be home, right?" Fred asked as he swerved in through the gates, cruising to a halt when he got to our driveway.

Meredith could tell from the position of the woman that she was actually sleeping rather than reading. Merdith put her hand on the woman's shoulder and lightly shook her awake, "Willow," Meredith said gently. Willow's eyes slowly opened. It took her a moment to realize who was standing in front of her. A small smile spread across her face. "Did I fall asleep reading again?" The woman asked as she sat up straighter in the chair and closed the book. It made a crinkling sound as the pages came together. "It would seem so," Meredith responded as she took the chair across from Willow. This library was used for the much older books that not many in the coven sought after. The spells in it from the

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

He gives me a kiss and we head off to the pack library. I haven’t been in this room since the tour about a month ago. The amount of work Willow has done is incredible. Books are on shelves in an obvious order and volumes are together. An advanced system to log all the information. Artifacts on display with pride and behind glass after being properly cared for. “Wow Willow. This is amazing work”. “Thanks. This is why I love doing what I do. You learn so much from history and preserving it gives us a chance to learn from it”. She is beaming with pride.

he said, taking a slow sip of his drink. Unable to help herself, Willow threw her arms around him in a quick, tight hug. The scent of cedar and rain filled her senses. Roman tensed, his hands barely touching her back before he gently but firmly pushed her away. "Go," he said, his lips pressed into a thin line. Willow practically skipped to the library. She set the pieces with trembling hands, her excitement nearly overflowing. This was it. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. The silence of the library began to feel heavy. Willow sighed and headed back downstairs. The party had shifted; the older pack members had left, and the music had turned loud and aggressive. The air was thick with the scen

When the maid opened the door, it was not Wanni. It was Willow. She stood on the doorstep, looking beautiful in a simple dress, with her face bright with a smile. “Lillian! Hi! And Salome, Lydia! I hope it is okay I dropped by.” I was too surprised to speak. But Salome found her voice first. “Willow. Does Andre know you are here?” Willow poured playfully. “I am not a little pup, Salome. I had Buisness in the city and decided to stop by. I brought a peace offering.” She pulled a large, expensive looking bottle of whiskey from her large purse.

She snaked her hand around Sheila's neck and spoke in an undertone, "This is the moment where you will see your dreams colliding with reality." Sheila curled her lips in a wide grin. The dream she had about the crown came rushing into her head. "Then, what 're we waitin' for? Let's go!" They marched directly to Greenfalls street that led to the library, singing to their favorite tune. The passers-by and the bystanders glanced at the twosome in amusement, and they took pleasure at their pleasant gawks. They stood in front of a large brick wall building with an inscription of Kateworm library. The library was a third illustrious and recognizable library in Wicklow for encompassing historical q

“I could report to your father, King Cassius, such disobedience, Your Highness,” Clara repeated begrudgingly the same words Madam Fern threatened her with when she refused to leave the library sooner than she wanted. Willow had gone to Groven House as soon as Clara stepped out of the library’s Restricted Section. And as she stood outside, looking past the three-headed gargoyle longingly, Madam Fern had emerged from a row of bookshelves, searching for her.

Jessica, who usually came off as overbearing, was nothing but a paper tiger before him. After lunch, Cedar and Theodore headed to the study to go over the project details, while Willow and the others stayed in the backyard, playing with Yasmine. "Quit staring," Penny said, patting Willow as she caught her gazing up at the second-floor study. "You don't have x-ray vision. What do you think you're going to see?" Willow shifted her gaze and leaned back in her chair. "Do you think Cedar would be more willing to help me if Joywell lands the Central Library project?"

"But I wax. So I hardly see the white down south." "Okay then." Willow looked away uncomfortably. "We are definitely off topic." Lily pointed out as the chaos unfolded. She opened the smaller box of cheese pizza. "Willow, please begin." She told her as she took out a slice. "Right. Okay." She set down her wine and a slice of pizza. "I'm Willow Crest. I'm from a small town in Montana." She started. "Aside from Janice, I was the only other Witch in the town." Her mood darkened slightly. "They weren't exactly fond of Witches where I'm from." She lowered her gaze.