Benjamin Bratt Younger Novels & Stories

Predictably, he was already slurring his words and I was sure that if he tried to stand, he wouldn’t be able to. Londyn and Richard looked displeased at his behavior. Tiffany didn’t seem to notice or was choosing to ignore it. Brayden just looked amused and even before he opened his mouth to speak, I knew that he was going to try to push Benjamin’s buttons. “I think you should slow down there Ben.” Brayden said. “We won’t want a repeat of sophomore year Christmas now would we?” “What happened sophomore year Christmas?” Londyn asked. Brayden was about to answer when Benjamin beat him to it. “None of your goddamn business that’s what.” He snapped. Then he turned to Brayden.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

Benjamin had acted in three films within the past year, playing minor roles, and the audience had generally praised his performances. Now, he was acting in a scene where he played the role of the male lead's younger self. This was a challenging role that required a lot of crying scenes. Natalie was worried that he might become too emotional, so she was always by his side. Margot listened and suddenly felt interested. She had never seen Benjamin act on set before. "I'll take your position," she said. "I want to go take a look."

Braxton, observing Julian's striking and polished demeanor, remarked with a sigh, "It seems like Liam has raised you well, Julian. You're so competent at such a young age—unlike my good-for-nothing son, who's nothing but trouble." Braxton's son was Caleb Young, notoriously known for being the scion of the Young family and a local troublemaker in Brindley. Julian, though only acquainted with Caleb by reputation, said politely, "I'm sure Mr. Caleb is a person of remarkable talent. I'm certain that he'll achieve great things with proper guidance and the passage of time."

Brady muttered, “That land was never going to be approved. It’s been idle all this time. I wanted to sell it, but there are no buyers. I can’t do anything.” Her knees buckled. She grabbed the wall to steady herself. “Then tell me, how are you going to build houses with money from Zachary—on land that will never be approved?” Her heart twisted with shame. She’d almost let him deceive her too. “You silly girl.” Brady’s voice softened with false warmth. “With that ten billion, we could just leave. Go abroad. Why stay here and become cannon fodder?” Then, he dropped the bomb. “I’ll tell you the truth. Today’s attacks—they were Benjamin’s doing. He already knows. He knows it was your mother and m

She hugged him too. "Well, I am brat, remember?" She joked with a playful smile, making everyone laugh. "Enough of your brattiness. You need to come out of it. Because now you are a CEO and a wife as well." Bella teased, making Chloe glare at her. "Oh, yeah! From that I remember, what's going on young lady and young man?" James asked in a stern tone while looking at Sebastian and Chloe with squinted eyes. Her mom had the same expression on.

The folder opened, unbelievably. As expected, inside the folder were several photos and documents related to the investigation he had conducted into Juliane's case and the attack on Adrian, nothing that made much sense or that pointed to who the killer was. Until finally I came across a video of a woman in her early twenties who didn't know she was being filmed. It was possible to see that her cell phone was hidden inside what looked like a backpack, while she was acting sensually, stretched out on the sofa in what looked like a living room, wearing only sexy lingerie, her eyes heavy from the effects of alcohol or drugs, a lit cigarette between her fingers, talking very comfortably with Will