Warp In Trouble Novels & Stories

POV Warren The camera flashes fired like artillery rounds, but for the first time in months, I would rather not take cover. I bathed in them. Every shutter click composed a note in the symphony of my triumph—evidence that the Warren West the world saw humiliated at the altar by Amy Romano was dead. In his place stood a man reborn, clad in an impeccably tailored suit and accompanied by a bride who, though merely a consolation prize to fools, served as my Trojan Horse into the empire that was mine by right.

Ember and Lucian are demonstrating the next exercise, Ember grabs his waist and pulls backwards as hard as she can while Lucian pulls forward rather lazily. I turn to look at Cillian shouldn't we be the other way round? I thought but wondered how I would possibly pull him. Cillian gently places his second hand on my hips, being careful of his nails and the action is enough to tug at my heart. Ember blows her whistle and Cilian begins to pull, but not too hard, I try to move forward mimicking a running motion. I hear a sudden crack in my back and tense up but all I feel is relief. After a few seconds Ember blows her whistle again.

Her words, her tenderness, her gratitude were all such music in his ear, and he loved them, almost obsessed with them… The truth was he had been devastated, and he had never been this afraid and angrier when he witnessed with his own two eyes that one of his men tried to hurt Olivia. He was restless when he left the building early in the morning and then actually already had an instinct that something bad might happen here, and yet he ignored it and still went out. As a man himself, he would always know it when another male would have an interest in a woman, and clearly, his worker had a crush on Olivia since she arrived in this place but he didn’t mind about that at first because he chose t

“I knew that man would bring no good for you. I have ways and believe me, he won’t find you if-” I derailed him off by chuckling sarcastically. “That won’t happen. No matter how much I hide, Zamir will find the shit out of me. We are tied together… and I don’t think he would just let me escape knowing who he is and what kind of person Zamir was.” Warren’s jaw clenched. “But I can help you. All you have to do is to trust me.” Trust. I’ve trusted them but they just broke it, made me a fool and toyed with my feelings. Fucker.

I asked quickly, my breathing quickening. “I….Yes, I believe so. I’m…” He said uneasily, "I'm not sure." “Damm it! Play it and see! There’s the VCR over there,” I said impatiently. He looked hesitant. “Thomas! You have to trust me! I am your wife! I would not betray you. We are in this together!” I half-shouted and half cajoled. Without another word, Thomas plugged in a tape and turned the VCR up. The images immediately came on the screen. It was all there in the tapes.

He deserves it. Ivan took a few steps towards me and I involuntarily backed away from the threat posed by his ripples. He shot his hand out and clutched my arm, strong fingers writhing on my wrist. I flinched at the touch and tried to free myself from his hold, but his iron grasp remained unaffected.

Kris clenched his fists tightly, his chest heaving up and down as he had just rushed over. He strode towards Liam and grabbed his collar. ”How dare you bully Nora?” He spat, his eyes blazing fire. Nora Immediately rushed forward and tried to push Kris away. “Kristopher, let go. This has got nothing to do with you.” However, Kris did not budge. Obviously, Liam would not stand still and do nothing. He caught his hand and shrugged it off his clothes. “Mind your own business.” He said coldly. Kris was pushed back and before he could attack him again, Nora stood in between them, acting as a shield. “What’s your problem, Kristopher?”