Zizzy X Willow Novels & Stories

Willow took out her phone from her bag and held it under the table. She searched for her name and the results that popped up shocked her. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes became wide as saucers. The headline read,' Willow Winter,soon to be Willow Green." She looked at the pictures attached of her in the diner,with Gregory green on one knee. Scrolling down the page,she came across videos of last night's nightmare.

Though I hit the roof when I discovered she couldn’t heal like the rest of us. *** Willow sighs, and puts her pencils down. Rubbing the back of her neck, she stares longingly out the window. She is quiet for a few minutes before picking up a pencil and drawing again. I wondered what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. I wondered what her skin would taste like, what she would feel like, wrapped around my cock. There would be plenty of time for that. She doesn’t even look up when I go to the closet, almost like she is lost in her own little bubble.

I demand, looking at him blankly and surprisingly enough, he does so and disappears into a portal of mist, likely heading to the kids and Gianna. I approach Willow, bending down beside her and looking in her looking in her tired, scared, bright green eyes. I try to keep it steady and calm her nerves by reaching to her hand and touch her, but she pulls away quickly and looks the other direction. “It had to be done,” I say, shaking my head at her demise. She shakes her head back and forth over and over, tears spills down her face, hands clinging to her neck as the venom flows painfully through her veins, her blood getting thin and muscles tightening in change.

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.

“Over a hundred wolves claiming a mate bond with Willow? That’s insane. Even for werewolf standards.” I curled my fist. “Willow’s not the type to flirt around.” “Exactly.” Enzo looked at me, voice low and serious. “She’s not just any girl. She’s the daughter of Moonveil.” I stared down the road ahead, thoughts spinning like wildfire but all burning down to one truth: Willow. The girl I love. The girl being pulled into something far beyond us. And standing on the border of Moonveil, I realized something else— We hadn’t seen anything yet.

In the late evening, Willow found herself with Zack in a club she had never been to before. "We're early," Zack announced over the loud music. "No, we're on time," she replied. Willow stood near the bar with Zack in a modest silver silk dress that reached below her knees and showed off her curves, looking at all the sweaty dancing bodies on the floor as lights flashed over them in the dark. "This is definitely not my scene," she grumbled. "It is mine! Come on, Willow! Live a little. I'm not sure why you quit your job. Whatever the reason, the fact remains that you now have time for yourself. So have fun with it."

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.

“You look beautiful, Willow. I don’t know enough to pick a place for dinner so I figured I would let you. Just name the place and it’s done.” “Oh..uhm..I was hoping for privacy but if we are going public I figure Geoffrey’s italian place is fine. I love their crawfish ravioli” “Geoffrey’s it is then. I thought no time like the present to begin letting the pack know you are my mate. They must accept you either way, might as well start tonight.” “This is true. Alright then, but Sloan, don’t be surprised if it takes some convincing on your end for them to accept me. I just have a bad feeling about all of this.”