Dd Warren Series Novels & Stories

Daniel and some of our best men came into sight “So are you ready for this bro? Are you ready to get our queen’s back?” “I was born ready. ” We suited up, we had to be careful we didn’t know what we were heading into. I wasn’t even sure if the girls knew who they were with. Warren and Mulvey were drug dealers they’d had dealings with Dreads and they had an alliance with him. So at a guess they had taken them off the road thinking it was us. But why keep them alive without even a ransom they were sure to know who they were and who they were to us. So we had to tread carefully. It could be a trap.

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.

Daren pressing a card into my hands with the steadiness of a man doing what he can. Warren on the training ground in the morning, reading the patrol reports without a wolf, doing it well. Jas landing the takedown and freezing in the bright shock of her own capability. Daria handing me a frame with both hands like it was nothing and like it was something. ‘Ready,’ I tell my wolf. She settles, satisfied, and I close my eyes and let the night carry me through to morning.

He sounded like he was talking about something frightening. Everyone thought they had heard wrong. “Master Shoal, you…” Jordan wanted to curse out loud. “Shut up!” Waylon yelled at Jordan and turned back to look at Warren seriously. “Is there something formidable about him, Master Shoal?” He knew Warren very well. Nothing would make him back down. Waylon had never seen Warren acting so anxious before. “He’s not only formidable.” Warren smiled bitterly. His lips quivered as he continued, “He… He’s Master Collins from South River City…”

Dylan POV Warren, was the poster child for sadistic, and completely psychotic tendencies. He took pleasure in everything that caused another person pain. I had witnessed his lack of empathy first hand, in some ways he was worse than Josh. Josh at least wouldn't laugh outright at my misery, sure he would take silent pleasure in the fact that I was breaking underneath his control, but he was nonchalant about his abuse. Warren however, took pure glee in his torture, he would encourage the behavior attempting to increase anger and enjoyed watching it, like some sick reality TV show.

I wore a hat and gloves, my long hair in a low pony. Dane walked me inside the prison. Kissing my forehead softly before I showed my ID and was told to follow the officer through to the back. I felt nervous as I was led into a room, but that nervousness vanished when I saw Warren already seated and cuffed to the chair. He wore plain overalls and his beard was slightly grown. Apart from that, he looked as normal as ever. There was only a table and two chairs in the room. He looked at me and I felt my heart beat faster, his eyes softening.

Daniel’s visits were getting bolder. He texted them rules before he even arrived. One Saturday he told them to meet him at a nice hotel downtown. Lena wore a short black dress with nothing underneath. Jake had a small metal plug sitting deep in his ass, just like Daddy ordered. Every step they took made Jake’s cock leak in his pants.

The cards are good so I'll just let him play with me. "We'll do it with truth or dare," "Wow. Are you ready for my questions?" Looks like it's my chance to get to know an Aivan Warren a bit more. 'Just one question at a time. No follow up questions," he said firmly. Aw, come on. He's tricky and unfair, huh! "Any dare?" "Know your limitations," he response in a cold voice. He's really annoying! So unfair! "Is that so? There's no thrill, it's truth or dare, come on." But he just stares at me badly as if he wants to divide me into a thousand pieces which is the reason why my heart beats faster with fear!

she said crossing her arms. “Depends who you talk to. Some think 25, others not so much.” Daniel shook his head. “In human years I am over 5,000. I've trained years for a pending war everyone feared would happen sometime soon,” he said looking at Abey. “I've been with Abey throughout her lifetimes. She has seen many wars, felt many pains, and seen even more death and torture.”

The news was on, showing a local business update. There was Derrick, sharp in his suit, standing next to an older man with silver hair at some corporate event. The caption read, [Shaw Group's Chairman, with his son Derrick, stepping into the limelight for the first time...] On the screen, Derrick's once ravaged face had healed significantly after treatment. A layer of foundation made him look almost presentable as he offered a smile to the camera. Next to him was a young woman, her attire impeccable, her demeanor refined. The host introduced her as the heiress of a partner corporation.