Benjamin Stilton Novels & Stories

It hurts me a lot to expose a Prada suit to the smell of tobacco. - You strike a blow at my family, then you come back as if nothing had happened asking me a favor – murmurs Benjamin – Damn! Teases me... He calls it a scam, I call it a job. I never had friends, I had allies. As long as our relationship was decent, I was loyal. But when someone else offered a higher price for my services, I couldn't say no. This is how I earn my living. - Valentino Campbell – I say, and that name alone is able to draw Benjamin's full attention to me – He's the man who disturbed my peace. I could take care of him, but now I have another priority.

I looked at Ben. He seemed to be calm and composed, undeterred by the talk of his getting beheaded by the stake. He was just looking blankly at the stake, as if he could not sense anything that was happening around him. He seemed to be totally under the control of the wizard, Doyle Stalin. He simply behaved like an encaged animal who was unable to make out that he was imprisoned and who could not speak anything.

Alessandra Benjamin I was heading to the conference room after this unexpected meeting call when I saw Drama Juliet coming out of a room that was used as a store room. She came out dramatically looking around suspiciously and scurried outside the pack house. What was that about exactly? She was more suitable for a Romeo and Juliet movie then why she was trying to be a James Bond zero zero seven? I kept descending the steps when something unexpected happened. The same door opened and Gamma Hilton came out of it.

And in the midst of the awkwardness, Franches suddenly spoke up. “You can get off in front of that street, Ben.” Ben, Cassandra finally knew that their driver was Ben. Jessica had talked about Ben, he was the person Antonio had asked to find information about her. But why was Ben so stiff. Even from his gestures, Cassandra could feel the dislike from Ben's gaze for her. Does Ben realize that Cassandra is a detective?

Elizabeth thought for a moment, "I have only met Benjamin for several times, so I don't know much about him. But James said that he is a very capable person. In my opinion, he doesn't talk very much and looks very calm and steady in ordinary times." "Oh." Evelyn answered, "Are they the groomsmen?" Elizabeth nodded, "Yes." Evelyn was silent and quickly went through the process of elimination. She knew Xavier, so the man was not Xavier. Elizabeth said that Issac was gentle... but the creditor was not gentle at all! Moreover, which doctor would be so rich and drive such a nice car? So, he was certainly not Issac. Therefore... he could only be Benjamin who didn't like to talk...

“Think logically! He proposed to me the first time he saw me. What kind of man proposes to a stranger unless he’s insane?” “Maybe he was utterly captivated by you?” Bonita scoffed. “Captivated? He didn’t even ask my name.” Velica paused before responding. “Alright. That’s strange.” “He is strange!” “If Melissa knows him, doesn’t that mean he might have known about you through her? What’s his name?” “Benjamin,” Bonita replied flatly, her gaze returning to her assignment. “Maybe he’s a surfer or something. He looks like one, with his slightly sunburned brown skin, messy hair, and stubble.”

Benjamin was about to turn around and leave when he heard the sound of a brown envelope being dropped by Kristoffer. "And what's this?" He furrowed his brow and asked, but Kristoffer remained silent. Benjamin decided to open it, not wanting to waste any more time. His only plan was to tell his apologies with his son and wife, but he slowly froze as he saw the photos inside. "The well-known billionaire, Benjamin Hilton, holding a gun, just a few steps away from where Luis Peddington was shot at that time, the man you almost cursed into death because you knew he was the one truly loved by your wife, Mrs. Fiona Celveste..."

Benjamin said, finally breaking the silence as the jet stabilized high above the Atlantic. "You gave the police precisely the emotional truth they needed to believe the entire story. You sold the trauma." "The trauma wasn't hard to sell," I admitted, rubbing my temples. "It was real. But the rest... we gave him enough rope, didn't we? Sebastian tried to shut down the 'reckless romance' and ended up validating the crime." "He did," Benjamin confirmed, leaning back, the corner of his mouth turning up in a tired, cynical smile. "He tried to silence us before the vault evidence could be revealed, unaware that the vault was empty.

He was british and in his late 40's. " You know it Benjamin " He walked over to me and tilted his head slightly. His arm was at a perfect 90 degree angle as he held his table napkin that was completely wrinkle free and folded. " You seem.... distracted " " By? " I questioned him and he just stared at me. " I'm not quite sure but I know it's something " " You don't know anything Ben " I said as the elevator opened. " I know almost everything sir. If you've forgotten already I'm british "

After making a decision, Benjamin no longer hesitated and promptly confessed, "I learned about that from a woman named Lily! As for my boss, I only know that his surname is Vinson. “He operates in the underworld of Imperium. Although he may not be as prominent as those elder figures, he’s still a significant figure. I've answered all your questions. Now, can you let me go?" After Benjamin finished speaking, he nervously looked at Delbert. Delbert showed a pensive expression and exchanged a glance with Harriet. Benjamin's anxiety multiplied several times as he feared that Delbert might attack him directly, which he couldn't withstand. While Delbert was lost in thought, Benjamin boldly signale