Ben Can You Hear Me Novels & Stories

But when he was about to take the phone from his ear, a voice echoed, cutting off the dialing sound. "I only want to hear important and good news because I am busy at the moment," said Brad the moment he picked up the call. Benji could hear a muffled voice and a woman's moan from the other side of the line, giving him an obvious idea of what Brad was busy about. The horny sound made his shaft bulge, knowing that he also had a beauty that was less than a hundred meters away to be devoured. His eyes wandered to the house as one of his hands touched his stuff over the pants.

“In private.” “Excuse me,” I said and walked away with Nevan, “What is the issue?” “I figured out a way to blackmail Mr Beckham,” Nevan said, “As far as we know there is one thing about Mr Beckham that isn’t public, he doesn’t attend public events because of it and even if he does, he has a lot of security and he is very fast.” I looked at Nevan with confusion, “What is that?” “He can’t hear perfectly fine, he uses a hearing aid, that's Mr Beckham’s weakne……”

I know he can’t see anything. The radios my father uses to communicate with his Betas outside of the room start to buzz, bringing in reports from outside. I hear the word “Kensington” and “attack” repeated over and over, but from my place across the room, I can’t quite put together the pieces of what, precisely, is happening.

But when he was about to take the phone from his ear, a voice echoed, cutting off the dialing sound. "I only want to hear important and good news because I am busy at the moment," said Brad the moment he picked up the call. Benji could hear a muffled voice and a woman's moan from the other side of the line, giving him an obvious idea of what Brad was busy about. The horny sound made his shaft bulge, knowing that he also had a beauty that was less than a hundred meters away to be devoured. His eyes wandered to the house as one of his hands touched his crotch over the pants.

Just to inhale the smell of him would probably chase away some of my demons, but I don’t feel like pretending over the weekend when I know I will have to come Monday morning. It’s been hard to avoid my dad when I’ve had to leave my room, but his drunkenness hasn’t been so bad to where he is in the mood to hit. Physically at least. I still got words thrown at me, and that hasn’t helped my mood any. It’s Sunday evening, and I’m writing in my journal when I hear the chirp of my phone, letting me know I have a text coming through. My heart starts to gallop, and I get butterflies in my stomach as I reach for my phone and see that it’s Blake.

It must be the baby inside my belly who intentionally made me hear her whisper! It was her whispers that told me my parents were dead, and it was her who slowly guided me toward the abyss. But was this really my baby’s whisper, or was someone intentionally making me hear them? I was agonizing over what it really was, but clearly, the others were not planning to give me any more time to uncover the truth. My parents walked out from the backstage area before they pointed at me and scolded me loudly.

Isabella P.O.V. *Beep* *beep* *beep* The sound of the incisive beeping gets louder and louder in my ear until it’s almost unbearable. I can hear someone talking quietly somewhere near me, and I recognize the voices as Elijah and Lauren, with an unfamiliar female.

A faint, distant howl rings out. I stiffen and stand tall, perking my ears and straining to hear it again. A few seconds later, another faint howl rings out. My heart slams hard against my chest. I whip my head around and stare at Bethany’s wide eyes. Nothing is coming through the pack link, but I know what I’m hearing. That is our call when there is an intruder or someone has been attacked.

Lucas fed me, bathed me, worked my stiff limbs until they remembered how to move. Little by little, I got stronger. I was still shaky, but soon I could walk. Finally, the day came to leave the hospital. Lucas held me steady as we stepped outside. I breathed in the crisp air. "Mommy!" a tiny voice squealed. I turned and saw a little girl—maybe four—racing toward me. She threw her arms around my waist. "You finally woke up!" Lucas lifted her so she could cling to me tighter, his eyes glassy. "She's back, Lily. Mommy's really back."

“You’re talking to me directly, so I’m assuming you don’t have any problem with Beckett's property. “I said over the IP office phone. Oaklyn was standing beside me while I was making a call with a customer. Trying to convince him to buy our properties. You’re already here. The first one is 42. We still have that if 92 as well. I pointed out. We are talking about premium, right? ‘Ring-Ring-Ring!’ My vibrating phone on the table caught my attention. ‘Ring-Ring-Ring!’ “Please, give me a moment to call you back.” I said over the phone to the customer. “Its just for a moment and I’ll be back shortly.” I ended the call immediately and answered my mobile phone. It was Adam. “Hello.” “Hello Eve, I j