Warren Peace Novels & Stories

There was a kind of respect in the way he let the question dangle. My father nodded once, a crisp downward dip of the chin. “For now.” Another pause, its duration just long enough to reestablish the hierarchy. Then he leaned back slightly, a posture less of relaxation than of disengagement. “There is a difference,” he continued, “between a war that begins by accident….” His gaze found Alexander again. “…and one that begins by design.” The implication hung between us. Someone wanted this war. It was no longer just a matter of pride or territory or even Gabriel; it was a matter of design, and my father intended to be its architect, not its victim.

No one knows what will happen in the future so you can't leave this war because he told you he will defeat you. None knows the result of war without a proper fight. He rubbed the things in your face that he thinks he will have in his future. But you don't want them so don't let your inner peace get destroyed because of his malicious words. Keep your focus on your track and make efforts so his words never come to existence.

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..

They didn't do it to make a difference in people's lives. Warren could relate to the conditions that these people are going through, since he also suffered from being poor. Take for instance his trip back and forth from Flemond to Wellington. His uncle had to sell his watch so that Warren could afford the tickets. Warren only realized this fact after he saw his uncle wearing a second hand watch which costed around 50 dollars. This is why he didn't want to betray his uncle's trust in him and accept the money and gifts that Johnathan Parker gave to him. "About the kiosk tomorrow, do you think we will get a lot of support?" Samuel interrupted Warren's thoughts.

The news flickered on. Specials Break Peace The screen flashed below the anchor woman. Specials break peace I read to myself again. “Turn it up Micheal” I ordered. He rolled his eyes but obliged. “Peace has been held for 15 years and today an extremely dangerous special broke it. We are unaware what caused the incident to spark. Soldiers were deployed to Barker Street. Officials have not yet released the number of killed or injured, but we can tell from footage it is a large number. We are estimating at least 50”

Jack didn’t let go of his face and Gabe started crying. “T-the w-w-w-wolf! H-e t-t-tried t-to k-,” he trailed off sobbing and pointing at the two fighting wolves. Andrew was so much bigger than the other one and I could tell the other wolf was getting tired. Andrew grabbed it by its throat and slammed him down to the ground. The wolf struggled and then suddenly gave in. It whined as it got smaller in size and Andrew still growled ferociously. I walked towards them, but Landon stopped me. Landon then went to Andrew.

"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.

Later everyone will recognise that MR-25 is not a material for a mass destruction device, but a new fuel that is indispensable for many people, of course MR-25 will be a scary specter for the Harvard Family. Marvin smiled crisply. "There will be a time when you will be at the bottom later, Mr Warren," he said coldly. Mr Warren Harvard leaned back as he rubbed his chin. 'That kid's not joking! His eyes ignited the spirit that many people used to lift up. Will he realise that impossible dream?'

Vienna’s POV "Now now, let’s not jump to conclusions," Warren said, stepping in like the eternal mediator. The peacekeeper who always seemed to lean one way: hers. I clutched Milo to my chest, his little body limp and eerily still. Warren crouched beside me and tried to examine him. But his face remained blank. Unknowing. Useless. "I don’t know what’s wrong with him," he muttered, his brow furrowed in confusion.