Ben Phillips Novels & Stories

"I don't get it." Phil leaned in to speak privately with a grin. "They think I have an inside line on the mysterious Ben Shepherd." He glanced back at the group he'd been speaking with and saw a few frowns sent in his direction. "To defuse that, why don't you come to meet some of my colleagues before they lynch me." Ben sighed and nodded, following the actor over to the waiting group who were all trying to appear cool and relaxed. Phil looked over his shoulder at Ben and snorted. "Actors." -=-

Colin just shrugged. "But the way you kissed her; it seems like there's... something." This caused the blue-eyed lad to throw his friend a death glare. He didn't want to get into the lad's bad side tonight. "You're my lawyer, not my fucking love advisor. I suggest you shut that mouth of yours and just do your fucking job." He said sharply. Colin mentally slapped his self and looked down. He didn't dare push the topic more because of all people, he knows Philip the best. He knows how short his temper is and that he doesn’t do what he’s told. Philip Edwards is the kind of person that everyone is afraid of. Even if he was his friend, he knows that the lad could make his life living hell if he e

Beverly Carington "I can't believe you saw Clyde again!" Becca said as I opened up the ice cream tub. "I mean he's an architect too but I never thought I would see him there." I said as I scooped the ice cream and ate it. "What did he say?" "He wants to return the car and the phone.. that's it and then he kinda called me a bitch." "Well.. ignore him." "I know. I have to." I sighed and Becca took my spoon. Suddenly my phone rang and it's my boss.

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Even if Philip was rich, could he help her with the penalty of 600 million? Apparently not. Philip knew what Wynn was worried about, so he did not say anything. After chatting with Wynn, he made up an excuse to visit Mila in the hospital and went out. After he got out of the house, he called George. “Old Man George.” The call went through. “What do you need, Young Master?” George was still as respectful as always. “Buy Beacon Pharmaceutical for me. Also, tell our pharmaceutical companies to work with Beacon.”

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

Philip’s office is just next door and he casually strolls in. He walks up to Judy with his huge smile and holds out his hand. “You must be Mrs. Brennan. Hi, I’m Philip, Winona’s partner. I’m very pleased to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about how well you ran this company while Jayden was on a leave of absence.” Judy shakes his hand and gives a close-lipped smile. “Please, call me Judy.” Then Phillip turns to me. He’s almost irresistible when he switches on the charm like that and I smile at the way he’s swooped in to attempt to stop Judy from her verbal attack.

that is — until I met Damon. Damon was the polar opposite of Philips. While Philips worked at an established Fortune 500 company, Damon was a powerful “hustler.” In other words, he sold drugs. Weed, crack, meth, jiggs--you name it, he sold it. On any given day, Damon would probably be wearing baggy designer jeans, a large T-shirt, expensive sneakers, and plenty of gold jewelry and diamonds. Philips was thirty-five with a squeaky clean history, no kids, and always wore expensive Armani suits wherever he went. On the other hand, when Philips was nineteen, he had two children (he had the first one at fifteen and the second one at seventeen). He was a convicted felon, and a high-school dropout.

"Finally my daughter chose a guy. What is your name, Young Man?" Philip's lips trembled. He didn't know whether the truth could be accepted or not. Before he could answer, Barbara interrupted, "Phil. His name is Phil." "Phil?" Melanie's eyebrows pressed against her forehead. Her eyeballs shook as if checking her memory. "That's a great name. What about your business, Phil? What company do you run?" Philip swallowed hard. "I work with the Harper family." He didn't want to fake his identity. "You're working with the Savior?" Melanie's tone rose. The people around her turned alert. Emily, who was shriveled in front of her, started to pout.

Wordsworth was about to obliterate him. "Doctor Phillips." Ben walked in. Doctor Phillips was so scared that he immediately straightened his body. When he realized it was Ben, he slumped back into his chair, feeling weak. "It's Ben." "What's wrong with you?" Ben asked, puzzled by his demeanor. "What else? Today is the first time Mr. Wordsworth has actively requested to see me. I wasn't prepared at all, fearing he might find fault with my work," Doctor Phillips wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, realizing how hard-earned this money was.