Benji Dunn Novels & Stories

“Oh, come on. You can tell us. You're coming back, aren’t you?” I slowly looked over at Rupert and blew the last of the smoke I had in my lungs in his face. “Shut up, Roop.” He snickered. “I love pissing you off.” I revved my engine before I sped off, watching Benji putter his way to his dorm with that awkward bike of his. He was a bit too big for it. Those wheels were a bit too flat. But even so, I saw how girls stared at him, licking their lips and running their eyes over him. To them, he was a prized treasure wrapped in leather, black denim, and cockiness. Which they seemed to enjoy.

"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.

"You're in no fit state to assist us." Fury surges through me as I interject. "He helps!" I snap, my voice sharp. What does it matter to me that he's a Densel heir? He's no better than Franko or any of the others—just another pawn in this twisted game. His death seems almost poetic, not to mention he was kissing my wife when he had no right. "I'll help," Benji insists, his determination shining through the pain. He reaches for the knife, his fingers trembling as he grips the handle and yanks it free, a small cry escaping his lips as he pulls it from its resting place.

“Good. So I’ll be coming to Colombia soon. how do you even juggle your work and school and everything together? Isn’t it stressful?” Emma asked concern written in her voice benji let out a soft laugh. “No, it’s not. I can do it. I’m Benji.” . “Why are you asking? Are we thinking of what I asked you to do in high school? About pushing your voice? It’s a great voice, mama. You should embrace it.” Benji’s tone shifted, more serious now. “Do you know about SoundWave, right?”

Sean said gently, looking down at the very person who almost caused him a heartbroken misery. Benji was trembling. His arrogant courage was long gone after being played like a basketball. But his stubbornness refused to let him open up. A small part of him still believed that he was tricked, for he wasn't a fan of the fantasy genre that showed supernatural and magical beings' existence.

The couch was destroyed and the only salvageable thing in her dining was the table and the chair Kevin was sitting on. Emma knew who Brandon's friends were. They were each famous in their own way but this was the first time she had met with them. Benji owned one of the biggest security companies and most celebrities used his services. She also knew he was a former policeman although not even the paparazzi could find out why he had retired and decided to start his own company.

Bex It’s Only been a day since our trip to Nashville, and Jen isn't exactly better, but she isn't worse either. I have been sitting by her side reading to her and filling her in on the gossip columns online when our brothers walk in. Papa Rick sent word for her brother Marcus and my brother Teddy. Unsure of what we were about to face, he wanted all our warriors here for safety.

Ben, Diana's second oldest brother, took her hand and led her inside. "Diana, Dad hasn't come back yet. You can rest upstairs. Don't worry, I'll take care of anything you need," Ben said. "Ben, aren't you preparing for the audition competition? You should go back to the company. I'll be fine," Diana replied. Ben was currently working at an entertainment company as a new artist. He was about to participate in an audition competition with two other members, and they were expected to stand out and officially debut as a group. After that, they would become popular idols.

she added, glancing at her colleagues to emphasize the gravity of the situation. Hunter leaned forward, his intense gaze fixed on the screen, where Trisha and Joyril had displayed images of Benjamin’s friend and the mafia they had crossed. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the monitor, as Hunter's mind raced through the information presented to him. Benjamin had always been an artist, someone immersed in creativity and far removed from the intricacies of business dealings. It was no surprise that he’d been duped—he lacked the savvy to navigate the complexities of the trade his friend had led him into. What puzzled Hunter, however, was Benjamin’s initial decision to enter the bu

I'm about to find a bar and get myself a drink before I rough hand is clasping my shoulder. "Rhode fucking Whitlock, good to see you mate" Benji, an old mate of mine from New York shakes my hand with a vice grip. He's gotten significantly more LA mogul than the last time I saw him; he's got a tan now and he's wearing sneakers with joggers that I bet cost more than peoples first cars. "How've you been Benji?" I ask as I locate a bar across the room and motion for him to walk with me. "Yeah I'm great! But how are you man? Saw that chick you brought with you she's pretty nice" He winks at me as we reach the bar, I lean forward and tell the bartender my order before leaning back to respond to B