Myrtle Warren Novels & Stories

The victim dies a few seconds after her heart had been ripped out. He paints his favorite phrase on the wall with her blood.” Special agent Shirley narrated after several minutes of studying the crime scene. “I’m always amazed every time you do this, Shirley...”, detective Ackermann stated. “Yeah… What do we know about her?” “Well, her name is Matilda Amber, 36. She works at--- worked at “MARCO’S”, the Grocery store down the street.” “I see. Who called it in?” "Her neighbor across the street… She made the call even before the victim was attacked; I haven’t yet talked to her so I think you should head over there.”

She chuckles bitterly and looks back to Scarlett. “Yes, I did try to kill your daughter. Nothing personal.” “I’m sure it wasn’t.” Surprise flickers past on Myrtle’s face but I feel it settle on mine. Scarlett takes a deep breath and I see her clench her hand into a fist before releasing it and exhaling at the same time. “Do you know I love my daughter Myrtle?” “I am a member of the Ironclaw council. You refer to me as Councillor Myrtle or we don’t speak at all.”

She even wished him all the best in his relationship. The dark look on Warren's face softened ever so slightly. He paid the flower girl with a thick wad of cash. However, when he brought the flowers home, Evelyn wasn't the first person to come out and greet him. Instead, it was his housekeeper, Miriam Braun. "Sir, you're back! I've made some hangover soup for you. Would you like some now?" Warren frowned deeply and looked toward the stairs. "Is she asleep?" Miriam was stunned for a bit. She then answered, "Ms. Jefferson has left, sir. She asked me to pass this to you."

Maybe my father wasn’t entirely wrong about the benefits of this alliance. My parents come over to check in on us, with Marilyn Borran alongside them. Marilyn is almost seventy years old, black, with close-cropped gray hair, a plain suit, and sensible shoes. She’s got a calm and intelligent face. If you were stupid, you might think she’s a friendly grandmother type. In actuality, she’s one of the most powerful people in New York.

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*** Myrtle went inside the library after announcing her presence – so she could talk to her in laws about the letter she just received from their pack. She couldn’t help but to get worried – and it was all reflecting in her face, as she entered the room. Her father-in-law and mother-in-law curiously stared at her – but she could stay calm. Especially when the news was about her father. Elder Howard was looking at her with his brows furrowed – as if he didn’t want her interruption to whatever she was about to say.

Warren could only listen in silence. "I followed you, I made it my mission. Though it was difficult, I tried my best and hardest to keep up with your superhuman movement. Then one day I saw a sniper on the roof of another building. I had a camera that Shirley, who died in the explosion, gave me. I was going to film what he was doing. But then a shot went off, and soon after that, you appeared and killed the sniper. You killed your own friend," Maria was holding back. She reminded Warren about the darkest day of his life in such detail that Warren's breath was racing.

When he heard the door chime, he turned back, eyes lighting up as he quickly stood and walked toward Mindy. "Hello, Ms. Harrison," he greeted. "I'm Warren Stone from Ten Directions Publishing." He then nodded politely toward Miranda and Lionel. "We'll leave you to talk," Miranda said, looking at her mother. "Dad and I will wait outside." Mindy nodded. Warren pulled out a chair for her and called over a server, asking what she would like to drink. Mindy, feeling unenthused, ordered just a glass of lemonade. Since yesterday, she had felt adrift, overwhelmed by a deep, unspeakable sadness, not knowing whom to blame or where to channel her pain.

She tamed her wild locks with a yellow hair tie and saw Warren. A low groan, followed by a facepalm, and disheartened words left Warren's lips. “Please don’t think less of me for what’s about to happen.” Vicent patted him on the shoulder. “She’s your mother. Let her have the moment.” Melanie squished Warren into the horrid coat, the scent of her perfume, dubbed the grandma smell, invaded his nostrils. The grandma's smell overpowered his senses and secured victory alongside the mustiness of the coat. “Thank God you are okay. I was so worried.”

“Dr. Young, don’t worry. I threw in three pairs of my underwear and eight bras. That’ll be plenty for them to share!” I stared at her, stunned for a moment, before giving her a big thumbs-up. “Mrs. Warren, that’s genius! Oh, and please just call me Maddie.” She took a step back. “Maddie, keep your distance from me. Don’t worry, once that awful family surrenders, I’ll move out. I won’t be causing you any trouble!” “Mrs. Warren, what are you talking about? I…” Before I could finish, my phone started buzzing.