Willow Schnee Novels & Stories

she suggested. They left the room and I hurried to the bathroom. After a quick shower I changed into the black shirt, jeans and hoodie that Tracy left me and hurried down to the dining room. I was surprised at the amount of warriors around the table when I arrived. As I walked in, all conversation stopped and they turned to look at me in surprise. "This is Willow from the Shadow pack. She has agreed to assist us." Zach announced and the rest of the room looked at me in shock. "Willow, THE Willow? The multicolored wolf?" a large man asked and I nodded.

WILLOW “Willow!” The best phrase to describe Jane Keller is “cunt licker.” She’s the kind of girl that would do anything to get in Tessa’s good graces. Rumor has it that she’s being in love with Tessa since freshman year. That’s got to be the reason why she’s so devoted to her. If she’s trying to talk to me now, it’s only because of her best friend. “Hold on,” she hurries towards us, sidestepping Aiden’s bike. She’s quite fast, considering she’s wearing six-inch heels on a hot summer afternoon.

“She used to be part of Crystal Rose. So was Fiona, the high priestess before her, and so is Willow, the next high priestess. They let Crystal Rose do whatever they like to the rest of us. She is supposed to take care of all of us, be everyone’s priestess, but all she ever cares about is Daniel Jones and her old coven.” “Daniel Jones is dead. I killed him. So is Blaire. She was burned at the stake two nights ago.” “Good. But that means Willow is next. She is Daniel Jones’s daughter and a member of Crystal Rose. She’ll just pick up where they left off.” “She won’t. She wants to renounce her title. She’s nothing like Daniel and Blaire.” The witch narrows her eyes at me. “You’re lying.” “I’m no

I don't want you getting hurt D- I won't get hurt. Open your window when you know everyone in the house has gone to sleep, I'll be watching A – Stalker 😝 Dean chuckled and ate his steak. His phone chirped with another message and he glanced at it with a frown to see it was from Willow. She was a wood sprite, not to be confused with a Dryad which only lived in Ireland and were tiny mischievious girls. Willow was tall and slender like her name sake with long blond hair and large doe-like brown eyes and was quite popular at school having a caring and helpful nature. She hadn't had any more trouble from Todd since Dean sorted him out.

“No. I’m not.” Noah wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her gently against him. “I’m proud of you too, you know,” he murmured. April turned toward him, caught off guard by the soft kiss he pressed to her forehead. His gesture made something warm twist in her chest. She barely had time to breathe it in before… “Noah?” a familiar voice rang out, slicing through the moment. April froze. Even before she turned, she knew. Willow. Dressed in a figure-hugging red dress that looked better suited to a private nightclub than a charity gala, Willow strode toward them with deliberate, slow steps. Her long blonde hair was styled in effortless waves, and her red lipstick matched both her dress and he

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 paused for a moment before adding, “Of course, we get the credit, you get the rewards.” Kayson shrugged. He did not really care about the rewards, though. The hair began to burn, and the smoke was fluttering toward a direction. “Let’s go!” Kayson had just finished speaking, yet he was already standing several feet away from Willow. Willow was shocked. “He’s fast!” She circulated her inner energy and followed after Kayson. She was a level-1 Admiralporium member and would become a laughingstock if she couldn’t catch up to Kayson.

"They're annoying, and if I lose my phone, I'll wipe the data immediately. Besides, I have nothing incriminating. I delete all my texts, and I upload most of my photos and videos to I*******m. There's nothing worth stealing." Ashton beams, clearly proud of his friend. Her level of preparedness reminds me of something the security team often says about Willow. Despite her carefree demeanor, her entire life is meticulously planned and organized to her liking. She juggles just as much, if not more, than Ashton Johnson. As I locate the video, I instruct Willow, "Just lightly rub his shoulder blades, you won't hurt him." Ashton tightens his grip on the back of the loveseat and licks his lips nerv

I already felt like I was starring in a fucking soap opera. It hardly mattered who had messed up anymore. It happened and I needed to fix it. I would just give out two scholarships. It wasn't like it would cost me much of anything. Willow would be taken care of. I picked up her essay again, skimming over the lines. I had to know more about this girl because I didn't know if I could get her out of my head otherwise. I looked up and found Virgil watching me. "Miss Taylor—or Willow as she likes to be referred—got my phone number and called me last night." His eyebrows lifted but he remained silent.

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