Ed Warren Novels & Stories

It had only been two nights, but already the place felt less like a hideout and more like a slow, sprawling trap. His phone had two bars, barely. Still, when it rang, he answered before the second buzz. Harlow. “Took you long enough.” Her voice cut sharp. “Took you long enough to almost ruin your life.” “I thought we were past that.” “We’re not past anything, Riven. Your dick is still trending.” He leaned back against the wooden post, lips tugging into a smirk. “So it’s true what they say. Bad press is still press.” “This isn’t press. It’s war.”

I ignored the mob and fixed my gaze on William and his shifty eyes. "Who convinced your father to extend your contract when my father planned to fire you ten years ago because you weren't quick enough anymore?" I shot back. "I did. And now you claim you don't know me?" William wiped sweat from his brow and signaled for security. Then he raised his voice for the crowd. "Oh, I remember you. You showed up a month ago and refused to leave until you could see Miss LePenn. You thought she might fall for you looking like that. Too bad for you. Miss LePenn already had Jacques by then."

“You know! The new city major! Lot of stress! Political pressure! The last unsolved streak of homicides changed the seat of power. Wonder what this would do?” “Civil War!” Kane laughed, “What’s it all about?” “These fucking rebels set fire to their old master’s houses. Selected though! It’s weird. The one who abuse them are not targeted, well maybe sometimes, but none of their homes have been set on fire.” “No pattern you say! Why attack at random?” Robert looked at his feet and frowned for a second before speaking. “It’s not all that random. The Parsons traced ancestry to a certain Warwick Ambrosius, great-great grandson of the famous Wendelin Ambrosius.”

Melinda reminded me. I rolled my eyes and got off the bar stool, we walked closer to them, Kayden was already there trying to settle their dispute "What's going on?" I stood at akimbo "War's mad Haze fucked his girl" Kayden answered "since when did Warren have a girlfriend?" I raised an eyebrow "It was like a bet" Kayden scratched the back of his neck before he continued "we all placed a bet on who Sasha would pick, she picked Warren but Haze went behind us and fucked her"

As the group walked out and reached the pavilion, they heard Warren lecturing Xavier angrily. “I’ve spoiled you too much! You’re already a grown-up. Why are you still so immature?! How can you easily call off an engagement whenever you want?” Warren was standing beside the fountain. His hair was completely white. He wore a black plush trenchcoat and looked unruffled. His age had left traces on his face. He was old, but his voice was still full of vigor. “You can say all you want, but why did you bring her back? What is this? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

I unhurriedly turned around when I heard a familiar voice. “ What are you doing here, Warren?” I asked with a frown.. Warren Murdoch is a tech billionaire and a friend of mine.. “ I was visiting a friend at the hospital when I saw you leave.. I didn't want you to get into trouble so I decided to follow you..” he explained with a smile on his face.. His brown eyes sparkled as he smiled and gave nothing away.. Warren has been friends with me since highschool and has always taken good care of me..

Warren asked, with a wrinkled face. "You're saying you did not see the news? Our daughter Will be sad when she finds out about this, stop playing around." Mr warren got pissed and walk to the TV console. He picked the control and put on the screen to see for his eyes. He has been busy with work, and did not have time to watch the news. His TV was even turned off to avoid distraction. As the screen light on, he changed into channels to watch the news. And just then, he saw the headline. The control slip from his hands with parted lips staring at the TV intensely.

After stepping down from the altar, William sent me a text. "The negotiations are going well. What do you want to eat tonight?" I replied, "Are you actually negotiating right now?" As soon as I sent the message, I received a barrage of calls and texts. "I am. I'll explain it to you once I'm home." Through the livestream, I could see that William was shocked. He completely disregarded the wedding and hurriedly took his suit off, rushing home as if it were a matter of life and death. However, I had already left the borders of Moria.

God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

Felix had been hoping for the same thing—to go his own way—but now, it was obvious that those plans were ruined. After they had been gone for a while, Warren's phone rang with an unfamiliar number. "Hello?" "Mr. Quinton, this is Thomas Camden." Thomas Camden? Warren was stunned. He quickly stood up and moved toward the nearby rest area. Was this some kind of prank? Warren was a passionate collector of antiques, with a deep knowledge of the field. He knew Thomas was a renowned figure in Avesburgh's antique circles—a man of immense wealth and connections that reached far beyond what Warren could fathom.