Benji Applebaum Novels & Stories

“Not really. I used to have my own bicycle but Benjie broke it last week and my parents don’t have enough money to pay for another one.” “Who’s Benjie?” “Benjamin Arlington, he’s a tall and really muscular guy. He’s the team captain of the school’s baseball team. No one fucks with him because not only that he’s friends with Reggie, the son of the richest man in town, his girlfriend Ysabella is the daughter of the mayor.” “Wow, so he’s the top dog then.”

He suggested. “Nah, I’m exhausted.” “Oh come on Arthur Murray, we all know you aren’t one to get tired that easily or even shy away from a challenge. What would you tell your people when they hear their Alpha refused a fight from a mere person like me?” Dennis pushed further. He knew I hated for my ego to be trampled on. “Go on, use me. Use me and cool off the steam. I know you are craving for a real fight and not some training equipment.”

“This will hit differently.” He uncorked it and poured a bit into my glass. I coughed after the first gulp; the fiery liquor went down harshly, burning my throat and setting my chest on fire. “What is this shit?” “Emberston Whiskey,” Benji grinned proudly. “Mad shit. My very own concoction.” “Get off this stuff.” I angled my head at him. “Let tonight be the last night you drink this.” Benji sighed, and his temperament shifted into sadness. “Jakub left with Mercedes and an Alpha. If I have to think too hard about what they might be doing, I might kill somebody.” He held the glass a little higher, stirring it a bit. “This helps, Alpha.”

his temper was building. “Grace said you agreed.” “I had enough of that woman and her meddling.” Aaron reached for his phone. He punched in a number now listening as the phone start to ring. As he sits there the knowledge sizzles throughout him that he doesn’t trust his family. Where are you? His mind screams silently. “Hello Benji Bloom Consulting Services.” Benji suppresses an instinctive giggle. “Morning, my name is Aaron Casey. I am looking for an efficient personal assistant.”

she explained. Seeing that Benji didn't talk, Jessamine continued introducing in detail, "He's 28 years old, six feet two inches, 165 pounds, and graduated from an arts college in Zenville. He lives at Lakeview Apartment at Block 6, Unit 120. His phone number is …" "Stop. Stop. Stop." Benji couldn't bear to listen anymore. Jessamine looked like she was reciting information from a matchmaker. Those who didn't know what was happening would think she was introducing a blind date candidate to him.

I tell him, stepping past him when Levi opens the door to let us in. We take our seats and wait for my father to start the meeting, since Gene left to go and make preparations at East River with Zac and Cally, Levi has stepped up as second in command, so sits on my father's right side, while I'm on his left and Darius is beside me as my future Beta.

She got down on her knees to pick her things up, she put them all in her bag before rushing toward the door and heading out, waving bye to me making me smile. Closing the door, I sat down on my desk and sighed as I took a deep breath. The lawyer, Nathan, walked inside with Briana who had a shot of espresso for me. I nodded at the woman, silently thanking her before turning my attention to Nathan who obviously had a lot to tell me. Moreover about the new clause addition and how it was not benefitting us, changing dad’s policy and all.

"I didn't want to hope." Walking forward, I held my hand out to him and swallowed my anxiety. "I'm Ezra Reinhardt." The other necromancer moved slowly, closing the distance to take my hand in a firm grip. "Benji," he said, tears shining in his eyes. "Uh, Benjamin Foster, but everyone calls me Benji. I'm half Reinhardt, on my mother's side." "I'm glad you found us..." My words trailed off as I caught sight of someone else in the trees behind him. Bright blue eyes watched me from behind a leaf.

he began as he yanked a T-shirt over his head, “am I paying you for if you’re just going to sponge off me anyway?” “I do not sponge off you,” Benji retorted, still eating. “And you pay me for my exceptional sales skills.” “Which roughly translates to ‘talking out of your arse.’” Benji gasped. “How dare you. I bring in exceptional business.” “Probably because people want you to leave them alone. Like me, right now. I want you to leave me alone.” Caleb shoved his brother away from the fridge and started collecting things to make his dinner with.

Diane was now only allowed supervised visits with Paige, and every time Darlington or Dana updated me, it was like someone poured salt on an open wound, because Paige doesn't even deserve to see Diane, talk more of visiting. I needed answers. Real answers. So I made a call. Well, technically, I walked two blocks down to the corner bookstore where Dana once mentioned an old friend of Shawn’s who worked part-time under a different name.He was a former detective,retired, but never bored. His name was Benji lee, and from the moment I stepped into that dusty store with crime novels piled to the ceiling, he looked me over like I was a question he already knew the answer to. Hey, you must be Benji