Aj Benson Novels & Stories

Near the wide parted stairs was a cabinet filled with crystal knick knacks. Mrs. Weiz has outdone herself with the house decorations. Again, enough about these cultured observations! It would only remind me of a certain person who taught me this artsy shamnsy stuff. "Dad, we're home! Reagan's here!" Bryson yelled from the foyer. I heard footsteps then a familiar older version of Bryson was now in view. "Reagan, pumpkin!" he swiftly engulfed me in a big hug and lifted me up in the air. I was giggling like a girl when he twirled me around. Mr. Weiz was like a teddy bear. He was burly and buff for a 38 year old man but oddly, it doesn't show on his face. He looked young and energetic.

Like it’s recognizing an old neighbor it never expected to see again. I swallow and step forward, careful, respectful. “You’re… part of Midnight.” I am Midnight, the Sleeper corrects mildly. Or at least the bit that naps under the furniture. Blake chokes on a laugh. “I knew this place had a basement monster.” The Sleeper hums thoughtfully. I like him. He’s crunchy. “Please don’t eat my pack,” Ethan mutters. No promises, the Sleeper replies cheerfully. But I usually ask first.

Maybe being with Bennis is what is best for me, what is I need to move on with my life. ################

the girl guided. “Boyfriend,” Boma said. “I bless you with the kind of boyfriend- in- in my life.” “His name, please. Add it.” “I bless you with- may you have a boyfriend like Donovan.” “Thanks, but Donovan who?” Boma hesitated. “I need the blessing to be specific.” The girl said pleadingly. “Because there is more than one Donovan in the world.” “Okay. Donovan Garrett” “So be it. Thank you.” The girl said excitedly, hugging Boma before exiting the restroom.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Serena called, trying not to laugh as Judith darted just out of reach. From the shaded porch of the beach house, Alexandro leaned against a column, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His dark eyes were locked on the two people who meant the world to him. His wife and his daughter. Nothing else compared. “She looks wonderful,” he murmured to himself, but the words were for Serena. As always, she heard him even across the distance. She turned her head, her chestnut hair catching the sunlight, and smiled at him.

“I am Professor Jasper from…” “Professor Jasper? As in the one professor we knew majoring in business laws?” I asked, looking at Nathan who wrapped his arm around me. I allowed myself to lay on his chest, relaxing in his embrace as he ran his hand over my stomach, resting his chin over my shoulder as he did.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

"Please, are you two implying that I am insufferable as a boss?" "Do not mind my presence, do carry on with your conversation from earlier," Hensley parried my question. Zharn wasted no time. "I want my friend back; right now, I do not know who you are. Tell 'em, Hensley." "I am not skilled in matters of the heart, Beta Zharn," my personal assistant responded. "Says the one with a wife and two kids," I grunted. "My personal affairs are more than enough," he adjusted his glasses.

“Evaluating my form?” “Yeah. And it needs more work by the way” I realized keeping my eyes on just his face wasn’t going to work so I scanned his room instead “Uhm, thanks coach Bennett” he chuckled “You’re welcome. Now put a shirt on” “Why? This is my room” “I need to talk to you and I don’t like seeing amateur bodies when I’ve seen better” I acted nonchalant, hoping my face wasn’t red He didn’t argue, he just rolled his eyes and rummaged through his wardrobe until he pulled out a shirt and threw it over his head