Ben X Jeff Novels & Stories

Fears gripped me, my hands holding Jeff tightly. Ben was just arrested a few minutes ago, Why is he coming out of a taxi?

Alfred cautioned not liking the idea of Alex being an abandoned child, Alfred was in his royal guard uniform again so Ben couldn't see that Alfred had the same hair as Alex. "Oh pardon me" Ben apologized. He held out his hand to Alex who all this while stood watching him like she was studying him. "Hi am Ben," he said, "and, am Alexandria, daddy's warrior," she said taking Ben's hand. Ben could feel her hands shaking yet her face remained calm without any expression of fear. 'She's a tough one' Ben thought to himself. Later on, Alfred and Ben talked a little while before Ben left with Alex.

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

My heart had been galloping like Queen. “Got it.” Ben slipped the microphone in his pants’ pocket this time and flipped the box open. He looked up at me with a confident smile on his face. A smile that said, see? I know what I’m doing, dude. He cleared his throat like a grown man, making everyone laugh with amusement. “Um, you love Xandry, right, Mommy?”

"Have you forgotten your name as well?" Still wearing a solemn facial expression, Mr. President responded in a low voice. "Not really. I'm just checking if you still remember my name. Who am I?" "Ridiculous. How could I forget you? Your name is William. William Lopez. The president of the third set of the student council of Northeastern High School. Also the young master of the house of Lopez." Vincent casually answered. At the speed of light, his head is filled with necessary knowledge which eliminates his confusion.

Maybe I should take a break from acting and focus on my business. Yeah guys, I do have business. I am running a café, Jesse and I love coffee and since we’re kids we are imagining making coffee and serving our customers. I told Jesse that he can be a manager to my café but he decline my offer saying that he doesn’t want to be a barista anymore, he said he want to be a writer now so that is what he is doing.

Ben asked him quietly. Eyebrows went up as he looked at Ben. "I- I'm Jayden King." "I think you're still discovering who that is," Ben said. Jayden gave Ben an evaluating look. "Are you trying to be some kind of Zen Master?" "Depends. Is it working? Are you thinking deep thoughts?" Ben smiled faintly. Jayden turned away so Ben wouldn't see his smile but Ben recognized the motion for what it was and felt a little burst of satisfaction.

After leaving that threat, Steffan left the room angrily, leaving Karlisle alone. When he was finally by himself, a smirk appeared on Karlisle’s face. “You can reject me right now, Steffan... But I’m going to be sure that you're going to give up your virginity to me...And you're going to be mine...” The next day, Steffan was at the kitchen and was keeping himself busy by baking a cake. He was wearing a blue apron and underneath is a white sleeveless cotton shirt and khaki shorts. Steffan is almost done with his baking job, because the table was almost cleaned up and the only thing left on top was the cake and the piping bags filled with icing.

Or was he just concealing the evidence? "JD... like Jeffery Dahmer?" he inquired a hint of curiosity in his eyes. His question startled me, bringing to mind a particular case where a victim, Tony, seemed to have an unusual connection with Dahmer. "Like Jeffery thought, at first, Tony could cure him. Tony didn't run when he should have, and that intrigued me," I explained. His lips curled into a knowing smile. "Or it could be a good director and a Hollywoodized version of their relationship," he suggested. His opinion of serial killers was clear from our online interactions. He viewed them as sick individuals, not shaped by their environment or brain chemistry, but inherently evil. I was here

a familiar voice spoke. Rage boiled inside him as he recognized Jeff. “What the fuck is the meaning of this” Alex demanded. “Isn’t that obvious? I work with Benjamin. How do you think he knows everything that goes on with you?” Jeff smirked. “You fucking betrayed me!” Alex roared. “BINGO! Wow, Alexander, I thought you were smarter than this. I must say, I’m very disappointed,” Jeff scoffed. “Cut the crap. What the fuck do you want?” Alex snarled at him.