Benjamin Bratt Ethnicity Novels & Stories

" Charlotte places the avocado toast on the plate and gives it to the very handsome man who is carelessly sitting on the chair. His beautiful Brown eyes admire Charlotte. “ I wanna show the world that I got another one who exactly looks like me. I am pretty sure, I am your big brother." Joshua Bennett, the handsome man bites the toast and grins. “Probably. Just I don't care. Even if we're looking exactly like a carbon copy. Why would you be here and me in the USA?” “ How would I know? I was raised by a caretaker. He always said I was Born an orphan. Now I feel goosebumps seeing your face. How handsome I am. Now I believe."

“No. Don’t ‘Larissa’ me. I refuse to go with that story. People already think I’m a murderer, I don’t want them to also think I’m a slut too.” Brayden took a deep breath and for the first time, he looked like he was hesitant about speaking. “Larissa, have you ever met any of our family? Or any of Benjamin’s friends before?” “I think I’ve met with a few of his friends. But apart from you, I’ve not met any of the other Pattersons.” I paused to think. “Oh, I’ve met your dad a couple of times. He swings by at the company sometimes. Why do you ask?”

Over this period of time, he had extended contact with the Miller family, and he had now become fond of smiling. “Do I have something on my face?” Benjamin frowned. “Even if there is, it wouldn’t ruin your beauty.” Aaron purposely teased Benjamin. Benjamin was a doctor, and he also did not like being exposed to the sun. That was why his skin was fair. If someone said he looked good, it wouldn’t be a lie. The Miller family's genes were excellent from the start. “Get lost!” Benjamin frowned. Nevertheless, he still took the milk tea and drank it. “Is Adrian okay already?”

That single sentence had nearly made Edward celebrate over the phone. Now, hours later, the five friends were finally gathered together again. Benjamin leaned lazily against the sofa, one arm stretched across the backrest as though he owned the room. The man possessed an unusually striking appearance. His father was Chinese while his mother was Russian, giving him a unique blend of refined Eastern features and sharp European contours. His dark ash-brown hair fell carelessly over his forehead, framing a handsome face that always carried an amused smile. The pair of hazel eyes behind his thin-framed glasses seemed gentle at first glance, making him every bit the elegant doctor admired by the p

Benjamin Clayton- Nick Bateman Benjamin Clayton is a powerful character. Being a billionaire, no one dared to hold their heads up around him. He was kind but arrogant at times and respectably held his power. He was often considerate of people’s feelings, whether it pertained to his business world or personal life. The close people around him could vouch for that.

Benjamin's voice made me stop and I looked at him. He is not my close friend but he is the type of guy who is quiet and good in class. He’s handsome and his Americanness dominates because he’s half. His mother is Filipina so he is also fluent in both languages. His nose is pointed and his blue eyes are attractive. A lot of my classmates stumbled upon him but I don’t think he got anything out of it. He’s not my type of guy and another one I’m not misleading. "Ahm, it's better early so that the brain can relax first and have the presence of mind." I answered him as he watched me.

“No idea. Whenever he crawls out from wherever he’s lurking right now, he’ll come sit at this table too.” My eyebrows raise. “He’s an alpha?” Blake looks strong, but he isn’t big and muscular like Ethan or the other males sitting at this table. His accent also indicates he doesn’t originate from the Northlands. “There’s been some debate over the matter,” says Ethan, his voice low. “The last person who questioned it hasn’t been seen for a while.” He nods at the entrance to the hall. “Ah. There he is.” Blake stands in the doorway. Like earlier, he’s dressed in dark breeches rather than a kilt, and wears a black shirt that is perfectly fitted to his hard chest and torso. His hair is dark, and a

He said in a judging and taunting tone which made her really angrier than she already was. "What's your damn problem?!" She exclaimed loudly as the anger came out at last. Thankfully they were in a place where there weren't any people. So they were away from people's earshot. "At first you called me brat and spoiled because I took all my father's given luxury as granted and now are calling me a brat when I am not taking his given luxury. Do you suffer from dual personality disorders?" She snapped at him and breathed hard when she was done. But he didn't show any expression on his face.

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

the nurse assured him. “This can’t be right, Brayden. This was supposed to be your son. I don’t understand what happened,” she cried. “Daphne, it’s okay. Look at him. He’s beautiful. He’s healthy. So what if he’s not my blood. He’s still my son,” Brayden said, smiling at the beautiful Asian American child.