Benjamin Franklin Rodriguez Novels & Stories

Micheal Jumped out of the window to find Tony face to face. He was holding a baton and was about strike Mike in the head when he heard a click behind him. Oliver was holding a revolver. He was aiming it at Tony’s head while Mike started his motor and sped off. Mike thanked his friends for covering for him while Tony was cursing. Michael Benedicto is young, handsome, and notorious with women. He was born and grew up in Punta, Santa Ana Manila but moved to Benavidez Binondo, the Chinatown of Manila a year after his father died

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.”

“You are… Mr. Smith?” “Yes.” The man pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down. He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the chair, his hawk-like eyes sizing her up. The man sitting opposite her was the marriage partner Benjamin Rivera had chosen for her. He was just thirty years old this year and was from a rich family. He came from generations of soldiers. His grandfather was a commander during the warlord era, his grandmother was a clerk, his father was a regiment commander, and he was a special forces soldier.

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,”

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

“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.

There was a strong aristocratic aura that hung over his figure. "I believe that you must be Nathan." He said slowly whilst he sized Nathan with interest. A faint smile seemed to tug at the curves of his lips. "Who are you?" Nathan responded coldly. "Didn't I warn the Sanchez family to never step foot in Taadi?" "Ah, I forgot to introduce myself." The man beamed despite Nathan's icy tone. "My name is Benjamin Sanchez, and I am the third son of the Sanchez family. People often call me Ben. I bet you have heard of me, when you were in bed with my sister."