The Warded Man Movie Novels & Stories

Elora sat up and clawed at Ward’s arms and stomach. “Bitch!” shouted Ward. Brat dropped the phone and lunged at Elora. Right at that moment, the bedroom door opened and someone jumped at Brat, knocking him to the floor. Brat groaned, and the person twisted Brat’s neck in one jolt, making Brat lose his life in less than a second. Then, the man got up and caught Ward, who was still stunned to see his friend die so easily.

Zira sniffed the air and had an inkling about what Ward was up to. [Wow… He killed that warthog in no time.] BaoBao said with astonishment. Zira continued walking without care. She knew that Ward would find his way back to their side. Before long, a fair skinned man with a large well muscled build and a warthog on his right shoulder walked toward them. His lavender blue hair almost shone like silk in the sunlight. Although it looked like he was taking a casual stroll, his strides were large and fast. In no time, Ward regrouped with the others. He ripped off three limbs then dumped the remainder in Zira's path.

he said then locked the gate to the gym. I turned and saw twenty hefty and heavily built men which some are twice my size staring evilly at me. I swallowed my saliva and turned to the warden who was smiling and gave the men some strange sign. " what am I supposed to do?" I asked. " Survive " he said. TBC

I did not even move. After all, I did not care for scraps of paper earned through self-sacrifice anymore. "Check carefully. Don't miss anything," I even said with a smile. The charge nurse seemed not to expect that reaction. For a moment, she froze. At that exact moment, Valerie suddenly stepped forward. "Nurse Parker, I know it isn't really my place to get involved in your department's affairs, but since we're all friends, I should just say this directly. "The nurse uniform Nurse Walker is wearing still belongs to your department, doesn't it? I wonder if you'll need it later."

The others raised their weapons immediately. The forest ahead twisted violently as enormous roots burst upward from the ground. Blue light flooded the trees. Then a figure stepped through the distortion. Silver mask, black staff and a warden. But unlike the others, this one’s mask was cracked down the center. And behind the fracture, I could see a human eye staring directly at me. Alive, aware and terrified. The Warden spoke in a strained voice that sounded painfully human beneath the mechanical distortion. “You need to run.” The man beside me frowned sharply “Why would we trust”

Ward, the right hand man of the king of underground group in Fairview city. Henry Copper and the other bosses all had to greet Mr. Ward politely too. And now? His hands clasped together and was greeting Jate Woods politely. "Hello." Jate Woods answer was simple and he just nodded slightly. He clearly didn't know who this man was. "I'm Mr. Ward, and I'm the right hand man of Mr. Howards. He has given me and instructions to bring you over for tea if you're in Fairview city. Mr. Howard!

The noise cooled down when a chubby man in a police uniform shouted. “The warden is here…” One of them whispered. Froylan heard it and try to call his attention. “Hey fatso!” The warden’s ears twitched as he heard someone insulting him, the warden of the section where Froylan is. Froylan smirked when he saw how he caught his attention. ‘He looks like a greedy pic, just like others.’ He thought. “Let me out of here! You know me, do you? I can fire you if I want to, fatso!”

"Name's Todd Ward. Pro con man, plays whatever role pays. Laundry list of aliases." With that, he fired up the projector he'd queued. White wall bloomed with Todd's mug—bound tight in some dingy room, face a mess of bruises, on his knees blubbering for mercy. [Stop, stop—I'll talk! Everything I know, it's yours.] A bald brute with murder eyes yanked his collar. [You know this woman in the pic?] Sophia's gut dropped—her own face on the photo he flashed. In the clip. Todd bobbed his head frantic.

"Shit, who's this character?" "Seeing the warden? Is he suicidal?" Tigris could hear the buzzing crowd and found Frank utterly disrespectful. He could see from the way Frank freed himself that Frank was a martial artist, but even martial artists did not get to strut here in Blackwater! HIs eyes narrowing above his pudgy cheeks, he growled, "You brat… If you want to die sooner, you don't need to bother the warden. I can help you with that." "I'm not in the mood to play house with you," Frank said, his tone sinister as he pointed at Scarface. "Get me a car right now. And I'll be bringing this man along with me."

Her eyes were watering as well. She held him as close as she could. She planted kisses on his forehead. He was on his knees, and she was in his lap. They stayed there until the sun was replaced by the moon, and the sun won the battle again and replaced the moon. As the rays of sunshine dried up the previously wet floor, and lightly warmed up Amber’s toes, her swollen eyes opened. Amber’s pov: The man whose arms are wrapped tightly around my waist is my man…I’m sure of the fact that he’s the one for me. He is my mafia man. He chose me, not because I didn’t give him a choice, but rather because his heart told him to do so.