Warren Oitnb Novels & Stories

Warren was happily shopping online in his study. He wanted to liven up the house, especially with Aria's homecoming. Her room, in particular, deserved a cheerful makeover. Just as Warren was on a spending spree, Owen arrived. Warren used to get furious with Owen, but now he simply let him be. Warren sat silently, listening to Owen's lengthy monologue. Only when Owen's mouth went dry did he look up and say, "I won't agree to it."

When he finally visited his office in Jefferson City, he found Xoan standing by the window, lost in thought. "What are you thinking about?" asked Jay. Xoan smiled wearily at Jay. "Nothing." "Oh, the president of Warren Group is usually so indifferent to me. What makes him smile at me today?" Jay approached the window and stood beside Xoan with a smirk. "Yes. I see that the crisis at the Warren Group has been resolved. You really are something, handling that guy from Linton Group without a peep. You have no idea, the news is full of articles clearing the name of Warren Group today. Even Mr. Linton from the Linton Group is publicly speaking in support of Warren Group. "

“What of Oliver?” “There’s still been no word on him. We’ve tried the mind link multiple times, at this point it’s safe to assume that he’s either, dead, locked up or been swayed by the rebellion.” Warren was absolutely fucking useless. I was at a stalemate, by my own Luna. Much to my annoyance my body one again betrayed me at the mere thought of her. My dick sprung to life in side my pants and my fists clenched tighter.

Isabel whined, but Warren didn't move a muscle. His eyes just narrowed when he saw Ruby and Owen walk in, but he didn't say a word. He just clutched his wife's hand. His gaze returning to her face as he sat there in a stupor. Owen calmly slid the door shut in Isabel and Carter's faces, not wanting their cries to disturb Natalia. It had only been 3 H since the incident, but Warren looked like he'd aged a decade. His eyes were hollow, etched with a lifetime of sorrow. Even his hair seemed to have gone a shade greyer.

Brian replied quickly as he turned around. “Leaving so soon?” Warren’s teasing voice caught him. Brian quickly halted. Then he turned around to see Warren in his wheelchair. He strode forward as Warren’s men blocked his way, leaving him more than 1 meter away from Warren. Brian looked at Warren seriously. "Warren, who are you without these men?" Brian sneered. "Who are you without your grandpa's money?" he added. "Oh, I see! Maybe you needed to be reminded to keep your feet on the ground, that's why you're in that wheelchair, huh?" Brian pointed at Warren's wheelchair, making an insulting smile before turning around and walking away with his friends.

"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.

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.

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”.

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.