Willows Library Novels & Stories

Derek arrived at the coastal retreat where Willow had died, but her ashes had already been scattered into the sea. He was greeted by Willow's caretaker, a young woman whose attitude toward him was cold. In Willow's room, she handed him three notebooks. "These are Ms. Dawson's journals and some other records," she said. The woman paused, then added, "Sister Willow originally asked me to burn them, but I thought Mr. Blackwood should see them." As she left, she gave Derek one last look, her eyes unable to hide their iciness.

William’s FPOV I kept the old photograph pulled up on my phone screen the entire drive back, staring at it while Willow quietly drank the rest of her coffee. I still couldn't place the woman lurking in the background. She was half-obscured by someone walking past, but there was something vaguely familiar about the shape of her silhouette. “Moonridge community center,” Willow murmured, glancing at my screen. I looked over at her. “How do you know?” “We used to hold all the youth council gatherings there back then.”

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.

Quill answered. Without replying to him, Howard was staring at the willow tree that was standing by the river as it was bending down to it. The tree looked so weak like it would break if the wind hit it when the truth is they never bend! Except for its sorrowful state, it's strong enough to defeat the wind.

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

I'd asked Laura to prepare dinner on the terrace so I made my way toward the back, hoping to find them along the way. And did I ever. I stood in the doorway of the library, catching Laura's eye momentarily before she smiled and left the room. I stayed right where I was, trying to remember to breathe as I saw Willow for the first time. Her eyes were wide and her mouth slightly open as she spun around, taking in every detail of my two-floor library. She was wearing a dress that flared up as she moved, giving me a great view of her long legs. Her skin was pale but contrasted well with her dark hair.

“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.

But every year, at the same time, one of her comrades delivered a pack of shortbread cookies. At 60, I taught my final class. Before the bell rang, I looked out toward the hillside. A flourishing willow tree stood there. My son lay beneath it. "Cyrus, Dad misses you." —The End

But then, another challenge arises. Willow is flattered by Jim's attention, but she doesn't want to betray her husband or damage her friendship with Jim. She's not sure how to handle the situation, and she doesn't want to hurt anyone. When Willow talks to Jim, she explains that while she appreciates his friendship, she's not interested in pursuing a romantic relationship. She tells him that she wants to continue helping him get back on his feet, but she doesn't want to lead him on. Jim is disappointed but understanding. He's grateful for her honesty, and he promises to respect her boundaries.

And I guess he saw it on my face as well because I saw him open his tablet and he started to read from it. “Her name is Willow Williams. She is twenty five years old this August. She works as a cook at Homey Kitchen restaurant. You have already met the owner, Joseph. She is an orphan. Her parents died in a freak car accident. When she was five and because they were orphans themselves, she had nowhere to go, so spent her life in an orphanage. And the rest is normal. Finished high school, left the orphanage, and started working with Joseph and that is it.” He finished, and I leaned on my office desk and rested my chin against my collapsed hands. I wasn’t expecting that, but it explains some of