Novels by Benny

I should have known that something was up. In some twisted way, I was not as surprised as I ought to be because this had his name written all over him. I was sort of angry because I had not figured it out sooner myself.I looked at him through furious eyes. "This is some kind of joke, right? Why did you do this?"He smirked. "Is that how you respond to my Charitable gesture?""Charitable, my ass, Adrian. I cannot believe you would do this! I'm so out of here." I turned on my heel to leave, but his voice interrupted me."Please wait,” he said, and I halted in my steps. “At least hear what I have to say.”I whipped my head around so fast that I could have sworn I heard it crack. "And why would I do that?"He rose from his chair and walked over to sit in front of his desk. "Because I said so. I hired you as my P.A., and now you're just going to turn the job down? So ungrateful." He said, matter-of-factly.I just scoffed and turned back around to leave, but what he said this time made me

Something was off. I didn't know who the CEO was, yet he had mysteriously chosen me as the new P.A.This is your chance to finally make a living, and the company probably pays well.My inner voice was right, but all of this just seemed too odd. Maybe God had finally heard my prayers."Ugh! I don’t even have what to wear? I have nothing formal!" I groaned, smashing my face into a cushion.An idea popped into my mind. My neighbor, Stacy, may have worked as a waitress at some fancy restaurant. She ought to have one or two items she can lend me...Without hesitation, I dashed out of my apartment to the one opposite mine. After a few knocks, a bewildered Stacy opened the door."Sheesh, do you have to knock like that ?" she asked, her voice laced with slight annoyance."Sorry, Stacy, I didn't mean to knock frantically. I need your help with something."She rolled her eyes. "Listen, =Lillian-""My name is actually Lena." I cut her. "And this is really important. I just got a job that require

The rain came down steadily, unwelcome and ill-timed. I’d always disliked it, but today, it felt almost personal.I hurriedly walked into the nearest building to a shelter for myself from the unforeseen downpour. It was a Little bistro, thankfully it wasn't as packed.Lately, my life has been a steady deterioration. I was jobless, had a couple of dollars to live on, and to top it all off, I was recently single. At the age of twenty-five, my life was screamingly boring.Today I went job hunting. I searched high and low but found absolutely nothing. It was either that I was over-qualified or the income was far too low. Sure, I was desperate, but I still had my pride.My hair was wet, and my clothes were not any better. All I wanted to do was get back to my apartment, take a hot shower, and watch a movie while snuggling into a warm blanket.But I couldn't do that, you see. The rain came down in sheets, and I was completely unprepared, no umbrella and not enough money to hail a cab.Befor

It would be the last time.Before Adrian departed, they'd both agreed. It'd be the last time they'd be close in a way that two friends shouldn't be.They'd not been intimate per se, but that didn't matter. He was to be a married man in five short days and she was not the woman who he'd swear to love 'til death do them part.But why when he slipped into his own home in the early hours of the morning and was welcomed with Isolde who had waited up for him did he feel not only a sense of despair and emptiness but a sense of sorrow as though something that could've been had been lost."Hey." The voice rang from within her softly, for she'd been crying only hours before. Not because she was a weak woman who needed a man to love and hold her but because for the second time in the past six months, she felt she was losing someone that had become a part of her very being.Eight years, nearly a decade. If something that had lasted that lon

" I have come to realise that I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now. But...it kills me that I had to hear about what happened to Marcus from a complete stranger and it hurts even more that I didn't get to see him one last time, that I wasn't even invited to the funeral...You're probably wondering why I'm leaving you this message and to be honest, I'm wondering the same because I know whatever I say to you is completely futile. I realise that nothing I say can ever make up for those childhood years that you and Marcus lost because of me and your father. But I can spend the rest of my life trying to be here for you. So Aria, if you do need someone to talk to, not just about Marcus but about anything as stupid and small as it may be, I'm always here for you and you have my number now too so..."Aria threw her phone away and onto the carpet below, frustrated at the mere sound of the voice, listening to the voicemail recording from her stepmom had left for her but r

When you really think about it, you realise how funny life actually is as a concept. All of us are living our own versions of life, but how many of us actually want to be here? How many of us have an actual purpose to keep on living?Marcus did. Marcus wanted to be here. Marcus had a purpose to keep going on every single day. He was a good son, a great brother, an amazing lover, and the best friend anyone could've hoped for. Yet, out of everyone, his death had been written first.Aria struggled to come to terms with the fact that her older brother, her inspiration and her only remaining hope had left her. What hurt the most was perhaps the fact that she was the cause. One poor decision she'd made had cost her brother his life, and she'd have to live with that mere fact for the rest of her own pathetic life. Except, now there was no reason for her to keep going on, was there?Adrian was riddled with guilt, too. Hours before the funeral had taken place

The car zoomed towards the Hotel. The black-suited person jumped back slightly in shock, turning their head as they did so. No face was visible, but the tiny wisps of curled chocolate hair came into view. And both Aria and Matteo only had one word on their lips as his body was flung over the car hood. Adrian. Adrian. Adrian. Seconds seemed to blur into hours as Matteo and Aria remained seated in the car, the body no longer in view as the car had driven uncontrollably fast, leaving the body located somewhere behind the car's rear. Aria could feel the tiny spits of perspiration forming on her skin, leaving her hands clammy to the touch. She refused to turn to face Matteo, but also she refused to get out of the car, for she didn't wish to confirm what she already thought to be true. Only a few people had witnessed the dreadful accident, and those who were there had rushed to the crime scene, whereas those who were dancing the night away in the hall remained completely oblivious to

Aria scuttled into the female toilets after her horrific yet bizarre encounter with Celia only minutes before. She apprehensively rushed through the swarms of guests in the hall, struggling to contain her emotions. Through her peripheral vision, she noticed Adrian making his way towards her, but she immediately quickened her pace and continued rushing towards the opposite direction. The thoughts of what they'd been up to only half an hour ago suddenly seemed abhorrent to her, and she felt dirty as the memories washed over her.She entered the tiny bathroom and was welcomed by a sallow-looking Isolde gazing at herself in the mirror. Isolde gyrated her body towards her friend as soon as she heard the door open."Oh my god, what happened to your hair?" Isolde gasped, hands flying towards her mouth in response to Aria’s messy mane. Aria was forced to remember the impact on her skull as the strands of hair had been forcefully wrenched out by the turbulent force that had been Celia."Nothin

"Adrian is having an affair. He's been cheating on you for months!" Marcus blurted out quickly. In that moment, Isolde could've sworn her heart stopped beating, the oxygen stopped entering her lungs, and she, herself, stopped being. She felt void from the inside out. As desolate as the current state of her womb. "What? Wh-what the hell are you saying, Marcus?" Her voice emerged as rough, jagged breaths. "I'm so sorry, Isolde...I know I should've said something earlier, but..." He stopped in his tracks as she held her hand up, indicating for him to stop. He noticed the colour drain from her already pasty pale skin. "How? How...How can this even be true?!" She continued, her gaze drifting down to the floor beneath her. But suddenly she glanced back up towards Marcus, her stare suddenly much more accusing. "This is one of your jokes, isn't it? You've said some stupid things, but this really isn't fun