Lorraine Warren Books Novels & Stories

The whole day was spent with Warren. He always summoned her inside his room. They watched a movie after lunch and then they read books in his mini library inside his room. Emily was fine with that because she liked to read books too. Warren’s books came from the most outstanding author. There, she read some advanced architectural books she had never seen before. The night came by so quickly. As she was lying in her bed, her thoughts were with Charles. She didn’t want to think about him anymore because she wanted to dismiss her affection toward Charles.

Otherwise, she wouldn't hate her so much. That night, Gloria called Warren back to the Larkin Manor. As soon as they met, Gloria slammed a stack of documents onto him and coldly interrogated, "I get why you snagged the solar project for Evelyn, but why grab the others, too? Are you aiming to monopolize everything?" Warren's reply spared no mercy. "You know exactly why I did it." "Just because I've been hard on Evelyn, you became agitated? What's so remarkable about her that you'd go against me time and again? Remember the type of woman her mother was. The Larkin family won't accept someone like her."

“Your mother paid us a visit Loraine. Why didn’t you tell me what happened to you in Paris and most importantly, why didn’t you tell me Pierre is still stalking you?” Loraine pulled away from her like she was jumping away from ravenous flames. No, no! Why would her mother do that to her, tell her secret? Did Reno know? She turned to him and clashed with his steel gaze. Loraine felt restless as panic consumed her. Was that what he was discussing with Allan? Was he going to change his mind? Was Reno going to send her away? God, no. She couldn’t lose them; she couldn’t lose Reno. Not when she was madly in love with him.

Raven’s point of view. I was tied up in a dark room, with my hands and legs tried, and a gag put in my mouth. I scanned the room and saw four other girls like me, with our body covered with thin, transparent fabric. I gritted my teeth as I thought of how to free myself from the alpha of Blood Moon’s pack, but just then I heard footsteps approaching the room. “We must do as he says, if we ever want to end this war and get back our soldiers that he is holding captive.” A voice said.

This person was a woman wearing an imposing black outfit that gradually stood out from Rubi's hair. Lyra asked Ronnie what was happening, and as he explained, she understood that these were signs of war. She ordered some troops to prepare for battle since they couldn't rely on the power of the moon to transform. They needed to use other tools to confront these vampires. Finally, the woman emerged from Rubi's hair, staring fixedly at the warriors who kept their distance from Rubi. All the vampires were still waiting for something, remaining still as they observed the werewolves. However, this woman, with her red eyes but appearing more human than any other vampire, floated above Rubi and then

Francesca replied teasingly It was a pretentious room. Lorraine tried to give the steamy atmosphere between the two female buttheads some space so as not to be caught up in the middle of whatever was going on. At that point, Lorraine walked around suddenly catching the attraction of the books on the bookshelves. They were filled with books Lorraine had never read, written by authors she'd never heard of. Adorning the paneled walls were the artistic displays of Mrs Hughes's past glories, certificates, degrees, and trophies.

– I blurted out with an air of skepticism, almost spitting out the coffee I had just sipped in my mouth. - Relax… we are not going to burn down the lab or anything. Since your project also depends on him now, well, we need to guarantee he's kept alive. - She winked. - Right? - You have to outsmart him. War tactics also include playing the role of the silent, peaceful, lovely enemy, who is always ready for any attack. Preparation is everything, darling. It's half the war won. - Okay? - I must confess that there were times when Susie surprised me, or scared me. And that was one of them, and I just could not decide which was it this time. It could easily be both.