Ben Burns Novels & Stories

And time. He thought about Selene. Selene Voss — no relation — who had put him on the plane to Bucharest with the word clean said twice like a test. Who had called at 8:47 AM to warn him about a parallel team in a way that protected him without explicitly committing to protecting him. Who had been inside The Meridian longer than Dante, who had seen more of it, who had built her career in it and had watched it metastasize from a legitimate if morally compromised intelligence tool into something that had no legitimate function at all.

Enrique ran his hand through his hair again. Benji, a.k.a. Benjamin McCallister, not only went to school with Enrique and the gang, but also a close friend. He was one of the most sought-after attorneys in Linnesse. I nodded. “We’re working on it.” My gaze flicked to the clock above the fireplace. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.” My gaze swept across the floor, finding the remains of my favorite vase. I really need to work on my control more.

I stuttered. "Girl. I could feel that tension from across the room. It's fine, it's none of my business, but I'm here now Wren. You know you could come to me if it ever gets rough. I'll always be here." He took my hands in his, caressing. Assuring. This is crazy. This is tempting. The beep of my phone brought me out of my spiralling emotions. "Just curated the sickest movie playlist. Watch party. Mine or yours? "

I was at a loss to understand why Ben wanted to commit suicide. “Nothing will happen to him, Anne. He has already been attacked once by the silver bullet, and now the resurrection of the same has made him immune to silver. Silver is no longer a danger to him. So calm down and watch his activities quietly. He wants to show you something.” Ben’s mom consoled me by stroking me gently on my back. Ben opened the door, and the room appeared frightening from outside. I could see a ray of light emanating from one corner of the room, while the other parts of the room were hardly visible.

"I can't stop, Ren." Ben's words are like a mantra in my ears, evoking ridiculous explosions in my stomach. His every touch continues to reach the desire I'm desperately holding back. Although not as full as Satya's before who kept attacking without pause, Ben was always able to tease every surface of the skin he touched. I drifted in his arms when passion came rolling through my consciousness.

Boris said and took out a small-sized box from the briefcase. He showed us the small round mimic lenses, which looked perfectly normal. "So, I call this the Smart Cullen lenses. As you can see, it looks like a regular contact lens, but if I don't tell you, you wouldn't know that. It has a tiny camera for video recording; you just have to blink twice to activate it. It has a microphone and transmitter. And a tiny battery in case it dies." Dashiell spoke up immediately, "And, since Aunt Maggie is Damian's newest partner, she would wear it to lead us to him, right?"

They had seen her relax more since she arrived so they were sure that she would open up sooner or later. After a few minutes, Lynexia felt the need to speak. She looked at Rydell and said, " Thank you for the dinner. It is delicious. Reminds me of bak home. When summer started my father would call the pack togehter and we would have a huge barbeque. He would make the best ribs with a homemade barbeque sauce that his grandfather taught him to make." Rydell smiled, "You're welcome, Lynexia. I am glad that you like it. This barbeque receipe came from my Uncle. He would barbeque no matter the weather. He would barbeque in the middle of a blizzard. One year it was almost 40 below and he still wan

I'd never get around to seeing my face and not thinking about her, not seeing her. The girl in the mirror stared back, gaze unwavering. The left side of my face was totally affected by the fire. It was a 3 degree burns though lots of surgeries over the years have reduced the scars greatly and now, it was a little over 1 degree burns. My left eye was badly affected though and I've had to wear contact lenses. I subconsciously ran my hands over the lines marring my left face, they stretched further into my neck and chest and my tummy, then my legs. I lived through sheer luck.