Zizzy X Willow Novels & Stories

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.

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

“We could save all these people from so much heartache and pain.” But future Willow shakes her head. “This is the beginning of the end. This needs to happen.” I open my mouth to protest once more, but Willow presses her fingers to her lips. “Go home,” she says to me. “He is waiting for you.” "Wait!" I yell after Willow, but she is already running into the arms of Osiris. Osiris lifts her in his arms and spins her around before placing a passionate kiss on her lips. The vision fades away, and my eyes flutter open. The car has stopped moving. I have no idea how long I was fighting against the fires. It felt like hours, but it could have been just minutes.

“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.”

Willow was past caring about where they were at the moment. She seemed to have forgotten that they were in the middle of a party and more than hundreds of alphas were there. If Harrison was going to go crazy, then they should do so together. Willow raised her chin higher, “You said you like my curves, that they are better than hers.” Willow's voice was loud, attracting a few frowns and glances. “Am I lying? Tell me you haven't told me before that my curves are better than hers?”

and he started grinding his lower half slowly against her and Aurora didn't know when she started grinding her ass against his throbbing harden c**k. Spoilt Willow

Willow ducked back as Liza reached into her bag with trembling hands, pulled out a crumbled plastic packet, and tossed it into a nearby bin before hurrying away. Willow walked to the bin, her eyes tracking Liza’s frantic retreat. What is wrong with her? She looked down and saw the plastic bag. At the bottom sat a small amount of a fine white powder. Willow’s eyes narrowed. What is that? Something was deeply wrong. She made a mental note to confront Liza during the midday meal. But then, her thoughts drifted back to the penthouse. She touched her lips, a mix of warmth and self-loathing washing over her. She had loved every second of his touch, and she hated herself for it. Sighing, she headed