Benji Hattori Novels & Stories

Hattori with a tight smile slowly stood up and took the next vacant seat. "Please, Mr. Moretti, you and your company should sit, let us begin," Hashirama said. I took a seat by the middle of table where I could watch Hattori and Isabella joined me. Jackson remained standing. He was not here as a business man. He was here as a bodyguard and he meant business because he kept glaring at Hattori, as if he was hoping he would make a move at me. Jackson was taught how to fight by men who lived in remote mountains before he joined the army as a military police. I knew he was itching to test his skills but now was not the place. He will get his turn, just not today.

Her palms were sweating but she was confidently giving answers to all the questions. She was fidgeting with her fingers under the table. The door to the other room on the right side opened and a man in a black dress shirt and dress pants entered. Damen Benjamin Laurent. He was tall. Haven black hair set back perfectly. He was holding a pile of papers when he saw Penelope sitting on the other side of the glass wall. He put his hands in his pockets and watched her. He saw her fidgeting fingers yet a confident face. He somehow found that scene amusing. He looked again at her face, it felt very much familiar. Damen tried to find a connection between the girl sitting in front of her to someone he

Then, if he knew Levi would be going to the Santillans, he would also offer to drive him there. "Hey, do you have any plans tomorrow afternoon?" Benji asked as Levi was finishing putting his groceries into his bike basket. "Ah..." "There is this basketball game in town. I was wondering if we could go together." Benji smiled, hopeful like always that Levi would agree. Benji is a good-looking man in his early twenties. He graduated from a four year business degree at a university in another province and has been back in town to stay for his family business. When his parents decided to retire from managing their store in town, he was tasked to manage it. As a bachelor, girls often flock him whi

I whisked burgundy hair strands from my face, “Same as usual.” Heidi and Isaac pass us with giggles, hugging lovingly. The newly mated couple that I found myself envying. Someday, I will have that and I wish that it would have been today. Jocks, cheerleaders, and a few others greeted us as we broke the left corner. “Hey ladies,” Benji blocked our path with his well-built six feet height. He unplugged his earphones and tucked ash-brown hair behind his ear. He observantly asked with squinting toffee-brown eyes, “Why the sad faces?”

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

Take no prisoners. No one in the little town would believe that the tattooed, bike-riding hedonist as his mom was fond of calling him was actually a high-powered businessman who demolished anything that stood in his way. He liked it that way. Liked giving people the wrong impression so that when he sprung what the fuck he really was on them, it was too late.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

Torque punched in the numbers and rested on the edge of the desk. “Hatchett, it’s Torque. You got a sec? I got a plate I need you to run… yeah… L07E17…” Torque smiled as my ears strained to hear Hatchett. “Excellent. Thanks, man.” Torque hung up as his attention shifted between me and Ciara. “Hatchett got a ping on the plates, and you’re never going to believe who they belong to.” “Shiro Kenji,” Ciara answered as she pointed to the screen where she had run the plates through.

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

"I hope we all can get along." Ms. Leni smiled. "Thank you, Ginny. Next." Ginny sat down and gazed at her seatmate who looked like a K-pop star because of his milky complexion and hair style. "Hi! My name is Heiji. I know I look like a Korean but I am half Japanese. I don't mind being surrounded by bullies because I can handle them. What I cannot handle are girls who kept bugging me. It came to a point that I chose not to go to school because I find it useless since I can't concentrate with all these girls around me."