Novel & Cerita Armon Warren

Now all attention was on the father and son. Mr Warren Harvard was quite distinctive today because of his lively appearance. On all his fingers were a dozen rings, ranging from silver to gold to diamonds. In the middle of the skull motif on the middle finger, there is an expensive stone of hundreds of thousands of dollars that is as colourful as a rainbow. Mr Warren Harvard deliberately crossed his arms over his chest and showed off everything. All the jewellery on his fingers could buy a luxury villa plus everything inside. Mr Warren Harvard proudly stood up and puffed out his chest.

I can see the red in Tara's eyes as she looks at me angrily. "Wow! Uh... congratulations, alpha." my father, Armand, says. "Yes, congratulations. To both of you." my stepmom says with a polite smile. "Daddy, can we go get cookies, please?" Chloe adds. Armand can't help but look at me, making me feel uneasy.

"What are you worrying about? Since you've brought her here to meet us, are you still planning to hide her and not let us get to know her?" Yuna finally remembered something. Darren Bowman was the only son of the Bowman family. He was notorious for being a feckless and dissolute heir. Seven years ago, she even heard that something so big happened between him and Yvan that it turned Jefton State upside down. He and Yvan held grudges against each other. But she didn't expect Ashton to be friends with Darren. She maintained her composure and smiled lightly. She raised a glass from the table. "Honored to meet you."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

I said, referring to the man who made the replica for me. “Armando is dead,” he said and I smirked in response. “Exactly.” I said and he chuckled, shaking his head. He looked at her then at me for a second before nodding, silently asking to leave. I nodded, allowing him to before turning to look at my mate who was laying on the bed. Her heartbeat was calm, and though I could tell that her wolf was nervous, I knew that she would be too when she woke up. I gently ran my finger through her hair, twirling it around a strand before bringing the shirt to put it on for her.

Kenny Clarke coughed lightly and said in a serious manner, "Kevin Armstrong is my brother since childhood, his relationship experience I know best, he really has not had a girlfriend." Meanwhile at the Harrah Family, Adams Harrah looked at the people in front of him with a particularly ugly expression on his face. "Is this what you did for me?" Adams Hara's tone was irritated, and all those people stood there shivering with fear, not even daring to lift their heads.

POV Warren The camera flashes fired like artillery rounds, but for the first time in months, I would rather not take cover. I bathed in them. Every shutter click composed a note in the symphony of my triumph—evidence that the Warren West the world saw humiliated at the altar by Amy Romano was dead. In his place stood a man reborn, clad in an impeccably tailored suit and accompanied by a bride who, though merely a consolation prize to fools, served as my Trojan Horse into the empire that was mine by right.

“What’s it like?” “Della likes it here, but that’s because she’s as boring as the clothes we handle,” Mabel says, glancing cheekily toward a girl who seems standoffish. She has pretty brown eyes that almost swallow her whole face. Her hair - a soft brunette - is braided neatly. Della scowls. “Sorry I’m not here to fondle the Alpha’s underwear.” “That’s besides the point,” Amora says tiredly, cutting the two off before an argument can insue. “We have to get upstairs. Maiden Ambrose is the head of the laundry unit, and unless you want to get scolded, I wouldn’t be late.

A part of me wishes they accept, that they don’t continue acting stubborn. Warren reaches down on the floor into a bag and throws five small bottles of serum on the table. “I worked all night to finish the serum. I’m a man of my words and when I say I will do something then I deliver.” He says completely ignoring Damon’s request. “Thank you, Warren.” Damon says as he grabs the serum from the table, giving a bottle each to Colton, Ryder and Reece.

He looked old and sullen. The man to the right of Argus was a young man, about 20 at most with slick backed brown hair and a smattering of stubble along his face. He had a few scars and tattoos on his arms. He was the rapist father to one of the breeder's children. He was forced to work as a lowly warrior rather than the higher up one he was meant to become.