Novel & Cerita Ben Phillips

God I feel stupid, why did I think that she'd actually call me, that was idioti- my phone vibrated again, another unknown number. "You have the wrong number." I said as soon as I picked it up. "Oh I'm sorry," a female voice sounded, but it wasn't hers, "I saw this number listed as her emergency contact," I sighed, of course Jonathan would do that, "she's drunk and sleeping on the couch and I called the other number, but-" I stood up and walked to the door, grabbing my car keys on the way, "What's the address?" I asked. "107 beach drive." she replied and hung up.

"Stop what? I wasn't doing anything." "You were thinking. Do me a favor, stop thinking so hard, and watch. Try to see what's in front of you instead of what's behind." He continued on taking her along with him. Who died and made you Dr. Phil? She didn't dare say it out loud because who the hell knows how he would react? She had another moment of panic when she remembered that this was the place Paul usually chose for lunch on his days off. A quick calculation told her that she might've lucked out there.

Baylor POV When we walked through the door of the conference room ’Shammus’ started chanting again as the staring guy came forward with his hand extended to shake mine. “Baylor, good to see you. I am Clive Kelly and this is Phineas Brody my best friend as you would say. The other fellows here are Fergus, Aidin, and Arthur,” Clive said as introductions. “This is Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman, my best friends.”

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Now enjoy -Edmund- Short, but full of revenge and hatred. Phillip felt his soul heating up, he turned to Wiggy to see how he reacted. Phillip was sure the young man felt the same way, but he didn't. His face was flat, his sapphire beads were only on one name who write the letter. No one knows what he was thinking, after which he turned back to Phillip. "Please help me." ***

Becky’s POV I was still feeling uncomfortable about Celine's father. I knew Ben Davis would not just give up, and I was wondering his next line of action. “He will not easily back off,” I told Phillip. “Ben has no choice than to by the time I tell him I know what he is doing and warn him to keep off.” I frowned a little and shrugged, too upset to argue. Phillip stood up. “Shall we?” he said, pulling me up.

He was sick, yet no one gave him medicine. Philips, to have come to this, was something he never dreamed of. "Cough, cough…" A painful cough came, tearing at his lungs. Seeing Benjamin and Amanda enter, Philips, now middle-aged, his eyes flickered. As a prisoner, he was inevitably fearful. Especially since the person who came was the legendary figure of Dragon Capital, Benjamin. Benjamin wore a black overcoat, his physique robust and tall, his shoulders level and broad. Beneath the white shirt, the line of his body tightened sharply at the waist, a perfect inverted triangle, upright as a pine tree.