Ben Burns Novels & Stories

“It’s fine Charlotte. I’m calling for another reason. I’ve got good news for you.” “Good news?” Charlotte asked curiously. “Yeah. Before that how’s my goddaughter doing? Is she finally back home?.” “Bianca is fine. She’s not back to Rosewoods yet. You know how adventurous our girls can be.” Charlotte said making both women laugh at how true that was. “That’s so true. Xena’s also off on some fancy vacation on an island somewhere. Sometimes I wonder why her father gives her such a free hand.“ Ava complained before getting down to business.

I was losing oxygen by the second. My Sienna. Take her away? No. No.

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

“He will locate us no matter wherein we pass.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Not if we are clever about it.” Jenny’s hands trembled as she reached into her pocket, feeling the flash force Ethan had given her. It held evidence of Noah’s crimes, evidence that might subsequently set her unfastened. But the usage of it would imply warfare. Her cell phone buzzed again. This time, she made the error of searching at the display. Noah: Come domestic now, or you will regret it. Her stomach twisted.

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"Who is Ben?" "Ben is my good friend and also my debtor. When I was younger, I was severely injured during a war. Fortunately, I met him, and he healed me. It's all thanks to him that I survived to this day." Albert mentioned Benedict and couldn't stop talking about him. "Ben is a legend in the design industry, a miracle worker in the medical field, and a programming wizard. In short, his existence is a miracle. Nothing can put him down. He is my idol!"

Theo nodded. “I want you to bid on all of Irene’s accessories for Illuminis.” Ben spoke in a serious tone. “Sure.” Theo thought of the five chains and smirked. “Theo, I need them all no matter the cost.” Ben repeated “If Illuminis it is short of funds, send me a message and I will pay the difference.” Theo nodded with an expression to say, ‘as if’. Ben left Theo and headed straight to Marcen’s place. Esmond was waiting eagerly. He wanted to see Dana’s expression to see if he had met her expectation.

Ben entered the room dressed in a black suit, white undershirt, and a single-flower brooch. “If you guys don’t stop hitting my head, I am going to have a dent over there! So violent!” he murmured rubbing his head. “If you don’t remember, we are in the business of violence, Ad.” Ben rolled his eyes. I said, “Stop bothering me, both of you.”

I looked up at the stars and thought about the journey ahead—uncertain, dangerous, but now shared. "Are you hungry?" Merlin asked me quietly while I was trying to start the fire. She was pulling out the only can of beans we had managed to save from the cabin, holding it in her hands. "I could eat something," I replied softly, as the flame from a dry twig finally caught fire and the small campfire began to glow warmly. I sat down on the blanket she had laid out, watching her thoughtfully as she warmed up the beans. I lifted my gaze toward the sky, but now it was almost completely hidden by the thick branches of the forest, with only a few stars peeking through the leaves. The only sound was t