Warren Oitnb Novels & Stories

Apparently, he had gone crazy after his wife abandoned him and was offering a huge reward to anyone with clues about her. If even a remote fishing village like the one I was staying in had gotten the news, I could hardly imagine how much money and manpower William had spent on finding me. He had always been a drastic, terrifying person. I feared to think of what a crazy man like him would do. A few days later, I heard from the market that "Mr. Parker from Moria" had gone mad because he couldn't find his wife. His subordinates were hoping to fulfill his last wishes before he died.

He's just a kid. I took a deep breath and pulled out my wallet, taking out one of my business cards and handed it to the kid in front of me. He quickly took it, furrowing his brow as he read it. "Zion Yohan Warren... CEO of Warren Enterprises, and the owner of Warren Hotel and Casinos," he read from the business card I gave him.

The fat boy commented with clear sarcasm in his voice. Everyone burst into laughter at his sarcastic comment except for the redheaded girl. “Well full disclosure, she is indeed the legendary mate-less warrior.” Everyone gasped at her statement. “That’s ridiculous! We were never told that the mate-less one existed and I can assure you that I’m a straight A student in history!” The fat boy bragged otherwise. “Yeah, how could that be?” The cute voice spoke up again and everyone did the same. They had never been told about the existence of the mate-less one, not even their parents.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

I unhurriedly turned around when I heard a familiar voice. “ What are you doing here, Warren?” I asked with a frown.. Warren Murdoch is a tech billionaire and a friend of mine.. “ I was visiting a friend at the hospital when I saw you leave.. I didn't want you to get into trouble so I decided to follow you..” he explained with a smile on his face.. His brown eyes sparkled as he smiled and gave nothing away.. Warren has been friends with me since highschool and has always taken good care of me..

"I found him, Mr. Miller. It's Varren, an artist." Ethan sneered. "He's not Varren but Warren." "It's him!" Brent clenched his teeth at the mention of that name. Ethan's side faced serious casualties during that fight. Some of Brent's friends were injured, especially Owen, who almost lost his life to save Olivia. Even though he managed to return from death's doorstep, retirement was his only option. After that, they investigated Warren. Warren was demoted after failing the mission. He had been personally taking in orders, and the organization caught him red-handed.

"Let me just tell you it's complicated, and ask that you trust me. We're doing okay, right? Aren't we?" That would put a halt to the discussion for the moment but it always came up again. She watched him walk away toward the lobby. He'd be spending the day out on the water with the water with Nate Ivory, one of the hotshot millionaires who lived on the island and owned, among other things, the local minor league baseball team. Warren's roster of friends and clients could have come straight from Forbes, but Bailey knew he'd worked very hard to accumulate it. On top of that, he was a really good guy.

He looked at Charlie coldly and said, "Didn't that national television company want to interview me for the longest time? Tell them to come to my office at 10:00 am today." Charlie looked at him in confusion. "Mr. Larkin, weren't you afraid that it'd ruin your reputation? After all, you're—" Warren's dark eyes glinted. "What's the big deal? Getting hit by my wife isn't something to be embarrassed about." Charlie was stunned in silence.

His deep baritone carried a slight growl as he turned his gaze to my father who stood stock-still “Alpha Cahir, perhaps we have offended you,” Warren jumped in with an easygoing smile on his lips. If I did not know Warren better, if I did not see the small and flitting look of distaste in his eyes before he smiled, I would assume he meant well for all of us sitting in his son’s office, but I knew Warren.