Benji Dunn Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

Dario POV "His name was Benjamina Gallo. Also known as Big Ben or Gaz back in Australia. DNA confirms he was the son of Gianni Fantana. He was some estranged cousin of your rival family from the shootout, if my research is correct?" The detective had told us a week after the kidnapping. He was talking about the man Ada said was clearly the boss. He was right.

If Cory found out about it, he would be in trouble! "You tell me too. Who are all of you? Why were you at the factory?" Jane sized Benji up. Adding things up from what she had heard, she asked tentatively, "Are you one of Beck and Call's?" "No," Benji denied flatly. "I have nothing to do with Beck and Call. Also, you're leaving tomorrow. Don't mention Beck and Call at all. My boss hates them the most. So you better not cause me trouble." "Why—"

I questioned, looking at Benji as if he had the answer to my situation. My best friend sighed, shaking his head. "Well, whatever happened, Arte Jones is going to make your life hell, my friend" I didn't care. "Arte Jones?" I asked, my heart thumping heavily in my chest. Benji turned to look at me as we started to walk into the school, his eyes narrowed on me. "Yeah. Arte Jones. She's the mystery I've been trying to figure out since I've known her. But a friendly warning, she has a boyfriend. Cole Bianchi, Captain of the football team," Benji warned me, his eyes still narrowed on me.

“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.”

*"I will become a counselor at a school for special children, helping them to communicate with others. Why kids? Because they are the future of Pack Kyne. I want them to have the same future as other children by fighting against their limitations.” The questions and answers thrown at each other by Alpha Darren and Diana kept things tense. Because Alpha Darren had never asked that many questions to anyone else. Especially with such intonation and sharp gaze. The other candidates were also tense watching Diana's interview which was recorded and displayed live in front of the room. It went dead silent after Alpha Darren's last question. “Sorry Alpha Darren, are you still going to ask more quest

"Wow, look who it is—our big hero, Cole Chadwick. What, running off after one little setback? With nerves like that, how are you supposed to protect anyone?" Ryan smirked. "Dana, you wouldn't get it. Some people? They're not exactly built for pressure. Not like us—we've had real training. We stay solid when it counts." I didn't even look at them. Just kept walking. At the end of the hall, a new guy—Kenny—jogged up and shoved a water bottle into my hand. "Lieutenant Chadwick... there's something I probably shouldn't say." He hesitated. "That girl you saved? I heard she's the only daughter of Titan Microtech's chairman.

"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.

"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.