Ed Warren Novels & Stories

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."

I thought he was talking about the branch CEO of Divaz. We, the new designers were called in a room where the CEO was sitting. But no, he was talking about CEO of Shield Group, Brandon Shield. My throat dried at that moment. No matter how much I tried to act nonchalant, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy. The man was handsome without any doubt. But now looked manlier, more mature in his custom made grey Armani suit.

“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.”

“Warren… as in Warren FROM THE LIBRARY?!?!” Oh fack.

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"

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.

His deep voice was gentle and fatherly. “How come you are so much gentler than Jack and Grace? I thought snipers had to stow their emotions.” “I seek redemption for my Wild Hunt days. I won't go into details, but I am not proud of my actions. I jumped at the chance to join the Scald Crow project and right some wrongs.” Warren plopped in the chair and noticed the security camera was still operational, “Whatever took our friends is not familiar with modern technology,” He clicked a few keys and rewound the footage for about two hours. He pressed play. Nothing happened after five minutes.

As soon as Cara Lavigne finished speaking, she angrily gritted her teeth and hung up. I stopped walking. Slowly, I put away my phone and looked toward the entrance of the funeral home. After straightening the white flower in my chest pocket that had become crooked, I lifted my foot and walked inside. The next second, my phone vibrated with a social media update notification—Warren had just posted something. It was a long post saying he meant nothing by his earlier post and that he was only sharing the joy of having someone celebrate his birthday with him. He also apologized to me.