Benji Applebaum Novels & Stories

He made me promise not to bother him with his work, but I've been patiently eating my sandwich in complete and utter silence for the last fifteen minutes. Benji tore his tired eyes away from the patrol report he was looking over to gaze at the paper in question. Quickly he plucked the corner of the paper, pulling it closer so he could look at it. "Oh, Jeremiah dropped that off this morning." He commented under his breath, tossing the paper back to the top of his desk. "It's his first list of pre-approved prison - I mean, cell guests, to be considered for the trial run."

“Not sure how you could mess that one up.” “Well, if we’re being honest here, and we are, of course, it was Benji who messed it up.” She glanced at him sitting at the head of the table. “I’m sorry, sweetie, but it’s the truth. Wouldn’t be polite to lie to Mr. Peabody, now, would it.” She glanced over at Peabody. “I swear, my Benji can squeeze a nickel so hard the buffalo poops. And when you’re buying sleeping powder and furniture polish, you can’t go cheap! Only the best will do. And this was far, far from the best. So . . . here we still are.”

“How are you? When are June and Tiden coming back?” Oh. I blinked and smiled wryly at him. He’s Benji. Not one of my friends but he’s a batch mate of Tiden and June and of course one of Vine’s die-hard fans. Well, when it comes to collecting merchandise, he topped second to me because he also has the largest collection of Vine merchandise. “I don’t know?” my answer. “Just look for them on the streaming sites,” I said and passed him by. I heard him complain but I continued towards the main building. It’s almost seven and I don’t want to be late for Prof Waye. That Professor’s a terror.

In our late-night talks, Ben had been telling me a lot about his old life, his parents, even his first boyfriend, Elroy, whom I've had the chance to meet a long time ago when we were out with Tara. "So, do you want to meet up for lunch? it's been a while and I have a couple of hours to spend before my afternoon appointment." I asked after draining my coffee cup. "Yeah sure, I'm going groceries shopping then probably to the bookstore. You didn't tell me that being a househusband can be so relaxing." Benji muttered, in between munching his omelet. The man was bored, he had been keeping himself busy with his books and baking cookies for Tara but after quitting his job with the agency he needed

I must be going crazy. "That's ridiculous! I have known Kiki for years. She's---" Benji tried to defend me, but Alpha Kayden's grandma cut him off. "And who are you?" My name is Benjamin, Eta Benjamin. I spend many hours with Kiki every day. We have classes together. We trained together, and I taught her how to drive. I know her better than anyone else does. She would be the last person in the Thunder Bay Pack capable of doing something like witch magic.

Rayvin told Diana. “It’s like they didn’t know you at all,” Diana said. “I know, right? The only logical thing to do was to keep going. It took me five minutes, but I finally reached an apple and tossed it down to Ben. Ben, the sweet boy, got so excited that I had managed to do so without braking my neck, that he let out a cry of excitement. I don’t know how familiar you are with advanced apple theft, but shouting is generally not a good approach,” Rayvin said.

I cleared my throat loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Jevan this is Ben. Ben, this is Jevan," Adobi introduced which was of a poor taste coming from her. Something wasn't right. "Hi, I'm Benjamin but everyone calls me Ben," Ben said, reaching out his hand. I shook it. Ben was an inch shorter than I was but his body-built made him look powerful. I could tell he work out. His complexion and skin reminded me of when I used to melt dark chocolate when I was a teen.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

He has been doing well it seems and that makes the hurt and anger churn even more inside my chest. “What brings you here, Alpha Isaac?” I ask, thankful that my voice had not wavered. My gaze wanders past his shoulder and into the house. I don’t hear or see Isleen. I guess Caius or Harmony has handled that matter. “How have you been?” he asks instead of answering. His voice sounds slightly raspy like it did when he used to stay in his human form despite his beasts trying to take the reins. The grip on the strap of my tote bag tightens. “How do I look?” I can’t bother to keep the venom from my tone because why should I?