Bene Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

From Ben! What... 🙆 Stapsy ❣️ 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 . . .. To be continued

It was a half loaf of sour bread with some gravy. Alaric gave the bread a sad look. No wonder Scott couldn't take it. Wolfs bane water and sour bread. What sort of food was that? Shrugging it off, Alaric. Ignored the dip and tire into the bread. Thereafter, he gulped down some water, let it soak the bread in his mouth before chewing. “You care for some?” He offered Bernard the remaining bread. “I will have to decline, elder. But thank you.” Bernard snarled.

Ara concurred. "I bet you won't mind getting a house here, then." "I already did. It's a beautiful one." "What? You did?" She stopped for a second, shocked. "I did. You should see it." Ara smiled. She must love the place indeed. Well, who wouldn't? It was a small lovely town at the side of a city. Destiny just looked at her while they walked. She could see the perfect short but straight line that cut between Arabella's scalp to separate her lovely dark hair into straight equal halves that fell at either side of her beautiful oval face.

Her long hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands sticking to her neck as the late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow. “Mama!” Sienna cried, bursting into the kitchen. Her dark curls bounced as she waved a drawing in her hand. “Look! I made a wolf!” Channary dried her hands on a towel and leaned down to examine her daughter’s work. The crude crayon drawing did indeed resemble a wolf, though its proportions were cartoonish. “That’s amazing, baby,” she said, ruffling Sienna’s hair. “You’ve got real talent.” Sienna beamed, but her twin, Elara, peeked around the corner with her lips pursed. “Mine’s better,” she announced, stepping forward to show her

in elegant gold script, and beneath that, smaller text that I couldn't quite make out from this distance. The moment we stepped out onto the sidewalk, the air changed completely. Cool night breeze carried the scent of expensive perfume and cigarette smoke, mixing with the aroma of street food from vendors stationed strategically around the club district. Neon glow reflected off the glossy surfaces of luxury cars parked along the curb—BMWs, Mercedes, the occasional Tesla that hummed silently among its gasoline-powered companions. The rhythmic thump of music pulsed from inside the building, so deep and insistent that I could feel it in my chest, synchronizing with my already rapid heartbeat.

Marina By the time I finish plating, my nerves are fried. I went with something simple — lemon herb pasta with grilled chicken — because simple is safe, right? Simple is honest. And also, simple doesn’t require me to accidentally blow up the spaceship kitchen. The voice from the speaker crackles back to life just as I’m wiping down the counter. “Bring the tray upstairs. Second floor. East wing. The office.” No please. No thank you. Just a command.

It belonged to Arthur—Zeke’s lifelong best friend and the current, internationally famous face of the Z Luxury fragrance empire. ​"Arthur," Xielle said the exact second the call connected, not giving him a chance to breathe. "I need you to go to that specific boutique bakery near the production office right now. Buy me a whole mango cheesecake. Not a single slice, Art. A whole one." ​There was a sudden, stunned silence on the other end of the line.

Once the elevator stopped, Desiree sighed in relief, but it was short-lived as she heard him call her. "Follow me." Without uttering another word, Desiree followed Elijah into the hallway. Just like yesterday, a pin drop silence prevailed on Elijah's arrival. He walked past everyone, radiating the aura of confidence and self-assurance, commanding their respect and attention. Unknowingly, Desiree's eyes settled on his back. His dark hair was slicked back with perfection. His well-built muscles strained against the white long sleeves, appearing incredibly firm to the touch. Finally, her eyes rested on his calloused hands, the size of which matched his face.

Milli was thinking about tomorrow’s baking when she heard Ben call out. “Dorine, we have a Bingo. Milli’s got the iron cross.” His eyes held so much amusement, teasing her without a word for not paying attention. Milli looked at him surprised and then down at her card, it was half marked out. Ben drew his finger across the center and then down through the center. “Congrats, Milli you won.” “Oh wow, I thought it had to be an X.” Then she stumbled over reading aloud the letters and numbers.