Warren Oitnb Novels & Stories

she pauses waiting for me to tell her my name. "OH.. I'm sorry um Harper and yes that would be cool" I answer her. Along the way i learn that her name is Nina and that she's what's called an omega, they are mostly used as staff and very rarely are called equals to the other werewolves, She said that most omegas live out their lives as maids to the other pack members or higher powered, Nina said that most omegas don't have mates and that made me sad at first but then i heard her say that she was mated to one of the pack warriors named Chancler.

"You know, to talk about your progress and how you are dealing with losing Ophelia." Hearing her mention Olivia so casually like that and also mispronouncing her name, didn't sit too well with Warren. His facial expression changed sour in less than a few seconds. "Her name was Olivia and I would prefer that you don't mention her again. Especially since you can't even pronounce it correctly," Warren said irritatedly. Yvonne felt hurt that Warren spoke so rudely to her and he even defended a dead woman. He could just forget about her so that the two of them could end up together.

He continued saying the word sorry that I’m starting to get worried. “Why? What happened?” I comforted him and his grip on me tightened. "I am sorry that I didn't trust you enough to believe these lies." Warren sniffed. "What lies?" I frowned. Warren gave me an envelope which I opened hurriedly in fear. It was filled with pictures of me kissing Calvin Miller and having sex with him. Calvin Miller is Warren's business rival. Warren's family owns chains of hotels and restaurants just like Calvin. He was also my boss before I married Warren. There was also a time when we fought because Warren got jealous of him.

In a split second, a large group of reporters rushed up, wanting to conduct an interview. Warren did not care too much, and he directly pushed them away. He trotted off to the parking lot, drove off his BMW with Caleb. It had been very fortunate for them to have survived this. On the way, Warren kept wiping his sweat, “That bastard Zion had deliberately done his friend dirty and swindled my money. He wanted to kill me so that he could cheat me of all my money! He is such a bastard, garbage, and good-for-nothing!”

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.

His dark eyes were calm, but they held that sharp, observant edge that made him one of the most feared investors on Wall Street. "Finish your dinner, Jovan," Warren said, his voice a steady baritone. "Meet me in the study afterward. We need to talk." A brief silence fell over the table. Jovan nodded respectfully. "Of course, Dad." The autumn breeze in the Upper East Side was crisp, rustling the ivy on the terrace outside. I was helping Odette clear the smaller dishes when I saw Jovan step out through the French doors to join his father. Curiosity, or perhaps a lingering sense of insecurity, pulled me toward the thin silk curtains separating the living room from the terrace. I wasn’t trying t

"Sarah, I hear you. No need to be so worried about our boy. Maybe he's just out there playing with his powers. You know how arrogant Tristan is sometimes." Warren replied but all he could think of inside was how his wife could possibly move a bone this early in the morning. He had done all the sutras in the book and every possible position to achieve nirvana and yet he was still the first one who surrendered in defeat in the end. 'How could Sarah's stamina rise that drastically in just the span of a single day?' Warren wondered and got his answer not a second later. ‘TRISTAN! THAT WRETCHED DEMON CHILD REALLY KNOWS HOW TO MEDDLE INTO MY AFFAIRS.’ Warren realized inside.

As the group walked out and reached the pavilion, they heard Warren lecturing Xavier angrily. “I’ve spoiled you too much! You’re already a grown-up. Why are you still so immature?! How can you easily call off an engagement whenever you want?” Warren was standing beside the fountain. His hair was completely white. He wore a black plush trenchcoat and looked unruffled. His age had left traces on his face. He was old, but his voice was still full of vigor. “You can say all you want, but why did you bring her back? What is this? Are you trying to embarrass me?”

He didn’t speak until we ducked into a narrow alley behind a row of shuttered shops. There, he turned to me, finally letting the pretense of perfect calm slip for just a second. “Are you okay?” he asked. It was the first time he’d ever asked. I wanted to say yes. Or no. Or scream, or cry, or maybe just laugh at the absurdity of standing in a garbage-strewn alley, with the city’s most dangerous man and a gun in my hand. Instead, I said the one thing I really needed to know. “Whose war is this?”

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.