Warren Oitnb Novels & Stories

Was the headline of the story. Earlier this morning a young lady by the names of Ashina Warren posted pictures of her self and her new man on i*******m. According to the information that reaches our desk, Ashina Warren is the only child of the business tycoon Walid Warren who reportedly the second richest man in the country after Gavin Maina. Coincidently Ashina's new man is Gavin Maina. In one of the pictures Gavin was really taking care of Ashina's hair. She even showed a gigantic all white Villa and its believed that the villa was a gift from Gavin.

I try to joke, but it doesn't sound funny. “You might want to make an exception for this one.” He stands, tension rolling off him. “Warren's not like Zane. He doesn't play by the rules.” Before I can respond, Warren appears at the end of our row. Up close, he's even more imposing than he looked on the ice. Same height as Zane, same athletic build, but where Zane's presence feels controlled and calculated, Warren's feels wild, dangerous, and unpredictable. “Marcus.” Warren's voice is smooth, almost friendly. “Mind giving us a minute?”

He bowed his head as we walked by, traces of hay atop his brown hair. “Lord Oli-” “Aaron.” I sighed, watching him stumble a bit in his steps as he came closer. His bushy eyebrows were the same colour as his brown hair, with a slight round face. Aaron dusted his hands against the brown overall he wore, his gaze bouncing from me to Stella. “Why don't you go check the other stables while I go see how Olarya is doing?” I suggested, giving him a pointed look. The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave.

Grace whistled and brought silence to the Scald Crow, "If there is a problem, we best get it out in the open now. He will be traveling with you, Theria, and Herne." "Tell him. Better he knows the truth than think you will knife him in the back," Archon advised. A few deep breaths and Warren drew on his courage, "My name is Warren Vandal, and I am the son of George Vandal." Cyrus froze on the spot. His eyes roamed over Warren, and then he slowly smiled, "You look like George, how is he?" "It's a long story. We have some time while we head to the mission site. I'll fill you in on what George has been up to."

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.