Benjamin Stilton Novels & Stories

"I have to be certain you don't wear a wire. I trust no one. Learned my lessons the hard way " "I understand. I have no tricks I just need some information to guide me in the right direction." "Okay. How did you know to contact me?" the man still stay suspicious. "I asked around. I knew it was risky. I am still not sure you can help me."Benji reached into his jacket pocket. He remove a single photo. He look at his former lover before holding it towards the stranger. "I am looking for her. Her name is Sylvia Stanton." The man took the photo and took a screen shot. He then handed it back. They both waited in silence. It barely took minutes before the information comes through.

She moved on to the next Knight. Zild Benitez: The Silent Man "Number three, Zild Benitez – the 'Silent Man' of the group," she read, her jaw dropping. "He's the only son of the Benitez family, who owns a chain of luxurious hotels across the Philippines, Africa, America, and Europe. He's the Finance Head of Knights Advertising, a genius with numbers." She paused, a thoughtful frown creasing her forehead. "Would I even be able to hold a conversation with him? We might sit there in silence for hours, with nothing to talk about. He's handsome, just like the other two, but he's so mysterious. We might not even click. He's quiet, and I'm...well, I'm a bit loud." She shook her head, a sense of def

According to Malik, Beherit is a storm demon who Rainn and Liam had a kill order on his second in command and brother Apollyon. He said that after they killed him Beherit went crazy and has been plotting his revenge ever since. They knew who he meant immediately, and we have been training hard every day since. Three days ago, we had a visit from Jamison, who is the weapons specialist for the Vindicta. Rainn thought it would be a good idea for me to choose my specialty weapon. He told me to choose wisely and that I would know when I held it.

He said. “So do you want to say anything in the final, Mr.Stone?” Reporter asked. Mr.Akash nodded and turned directly towards the camera looking straight and said, “I just want to say that not a single word I said or acted in these few weeks are true. I never wanted to behave like this at all. If I don’t have this reason, I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” It actually felt like he is looking directly at me and saying this, so I couldn’t help but turn away.

His expression remained perfectly calm but everyone in the room took an unconscious step backward because they recognized that look. The hunt was over. Now—The rescue would begin. Benjamin Harrington had spent days believing he was several moves ahead. He never realized that all it would take—Was one forgotten injection then one stolen phone and one call. Yes, Benjamin had no idea that, at that very moment, the countdown to his downfall had already begun. —--------------------------------------

Anthea slowly shifted her eyes back to Benjamin before letting out a small chuckle. The old man stared at her with a neutral expression, trying his best to mask his real emotion. Even though he was still coping with the shock because of her new identity, he couldn't let it affect his business. Not a project like this. They couldn't lose something like this. He needed to handle this situation here first and then find out what was going on. Why was Lily Wisley pretending to be Anthea Morin? To find his answers, Benjamin needed to stay calm and handle everything here first.

Benjamin may be an introvert but he does have a taste for luxury things. The family moved every expensive household items they could lay there hand on including kitchen wares and clothes. Lola sat still in her car recording everything from a distance on the camcorder. after about two hours of intense raiding, Jones and others hesitantly exit the premises, Since the Benjamin don't have domestic worker living in their estate, nobody will know if Lola had entered the mansion or not.Lola knew she had to be strong for the sake of her best friend, but she started having feeling that there's more battle to fight to protect Niyola.

Behind him stood four fresh, heavily armed Mayfair operatives. ​Julian immediately stepped directly in front of Maya, raising his weapon, his frame shielding her body completely from the line of fire. ​"Julian Vance," the silver-haired man spoke, his refined British accent echoing smoothly down the stone hallway over the blare of the sirens. "I must admit, your persistence is grew somewhat tedious in Geneva. But I suppose I should thank you for bringing Arthur's little bastard right to my doorstep." ​Julian’s jaw clenched tight, his gray eyes narrowing into lethal slits. "Alastair Sterling."

I hear his angry voice booming through the room. "Sir, we are so sorry for all this but we could not have risked being caught in the police matters." Says Mr. Morellis quietly. What? Sir? "Hah! As if they are going to involve the police in any of this. You know what, don't give me this shit, Benjamin! You know well what I am capable of doing, or are you not?" He asks with a very malicious glint in his voice. "Yes, sir." Benjamin replies again quietly. Why is he so timid infront of him? Okay, maybe I know the answer already. But why would he address him as sir suddenly? Up till now, he was all friendly with him, calling him by his name.

Their reputation for taking any job—if the price was right—was what had drawn her to him after that chance encounter. And when he mentioned his willingness to take on “side gigs” for the right price, Helena knew she’d found exactly what she needed. All it had taken was a few bundles of cash and a promise of more, and Benjamin was hers to command. He didn’t care about motives, only the payout. Now, watching the results of Benjamin’s work unfold, she couldn’t help but marvel at how smoothly it had all come together. The plan had been simple enough: plant the evidence, stage the scene, and leave Alejandro to drown in the mess. The dead body? A former associate who had crossed the wrong people.