Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

He didn't know the man and he's also not familiar to him but he's certain that this man knows something worth listening that's why he decided to just let him stay. "About Vincent Mogilevich, the son of Venedict Mogilevich," the man said. "Does that name ring a bell?" "Who are you and how did you know about Vincent?" Bonifacio asked, clenching his hands into fists. He's right, this man indeed has something for him that is worth listening to. "Why do you want to know my name so much?" "So we can formally talk about things." "Alright." The man properly sit on the couch and extended his hand for a handshake to Bonifacio. "My name is Raymond Kingston Rodriguez a friend of Vincent, your son."

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

He had shown himself to be a good person. I finish and hand it to Samantha. "I can't believe I'm going to see Gregory again after all these years," she comments thoughtfully as she looks at the paper in her hands. "Is that okay with you?" "Of course! I was just a little thoughtful. But anyway... Who is Benjamin?" "He's a Brazilian friend I met yesterday at college. I don't know if he'll accept the invitation. But... The more people, the better, right?" She nods in agreement.

I mumbled. “I know.” He admitted. “But things are changing slowly. One of my main responsibilities is to hold the family together, and for many people that means keeping the traditional rules. If I overturned everything all of a sudden, they would want to remove me. And I am a Rivera, only Riveras can be the Don.” “It’s not like you’re very progressive yourself.” I commented. “I’m learning, Bella.” "Who are you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Mariano Lionelli Montefiore Rivera. Google it, Bella." He said without blinking.

could someone like Freddie be interested in creating? Benjamin stopped, so I had to stop too, even though I wanted to pull him away. “Uh, yes. You’re right,” Benjamin nodded, and my shoulders slumped. Mr. Rodriguez turned to me with a smile. “Mr. Benjamin has already agreed, so I’m sure you have no problem joining the meal, right?” Since Benjamin had already agreed, I just nodded. “No problem,” I mumbled. “You all can go,” I said, looking sadly at my colleagues.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

Enrique ran his hand through his hair again. Benji, a.k.a. Benjamin McCallister, not only went to school with Enrique and the gang, but also a close friend. He was one of the most sought-after attorneys in Linnesse. I nodded. “We’re working on it.” My gaze flicked to the clock above the fireplace. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.” My gaze swept across the floor, finding the remains of my favorite vase. I really need to work on my control more.