Benji Dunn 소설 & 이야기

“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.

Cara asked sharply after Judit left the living room, looking more furious than her husband, Dennis, whose dark gaze was also on Benji. “I am sorry Luna, Alpha…” Benji was talking when Dennis interrupted him. “Shut your mouth, Benji or someone will hear you,” Dennis snapped, “you don’t have to address us that way here,” Dennis added immediately. “I am sorry, Boss, I would not have come here if I was able to get through to you on the phone.” Benji said, disliking the way he was being treated but had no choice but to be obedient, besides, he is just an omega whose strength cannot be matched up to Dennis who was their Alpha.

"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.

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