Benji In Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

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.

When it doesn’t come, I look up at him—he is smiling. “Hello, Benjamin.” Christopher says with a smile as he shakes his hand. Benjamin tucks a strand of imaginary hair to the back of his ear and flutters his lashes—his hair is freshly cropped, so this makes him look…more feminine. I know Juniper likes to take control, so I had a hunch her partner would be one to yield to her, but I did not think it was to the point where sexuality would not be an issue. “You…may call me Bennie.”

"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's the lead guitarist and vocalist for Lurgee." Benji extended his hand to Jesse for a shake. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Akerman, Sir," he greeted politely. Benji looked like he was in his early-20's. Huge curly hair up in his pale and lanky frame. He also wore ridiculously thick-framed glasses, looking every bit like a college nerd. Jesse doubted for a second if their band was any good. But then, he trusts Charlie's sound vibe. "Just call me Jesse," he took Benji's hand and gave it a firm shake. "You guys ready? Where's the rest of your gang?"

It was just perfect. I sat down on the couch, playing with Jevan. He looked so adorable in his black tuxedo and neat hairstyle. "Zina," he said again. I was trying to get him to pronounce my name correctly. "No. It's Ze-ni-a." "Zena." "Say... Zen-ia." "Beech," he responded with a frown, slid down the chair and made his own way over to one of the maids. I couldn't believe that my eighteen-month-old nephew just called me a bitch. I watched as the maid picked him up and he gave a long yawn. She took him upstairs to her bedroom whilst I went exploring around the mansion.

Suddenly, Benji pulled him into a corner and when he subconsciously frowned and turned around, he saw Benji's reproachful eyes. Kenji: "?" Benji: Do you like being the third-wheel? Kenji: "..." "What are you doing?" Hestia pulled her arm back but didn't manage to. Even though she didn't use all her energy, she used a lot of it. It didn't make sense that she couldn't get him to ungrasp. Unless Rickard had training too. "I said I understand."

I must be going crazy. "That's ridiculous! I have known Kiki for years. She's---" Benji tried to defend me, but Alpha Kayden's grandma cut him off. "And who are you?" My name is Benjamin, Eta Benjamin. I spend many hours with Kiki every day. We have classes together. We trained together, and I taught her how to drive. I know her better than anyone else does. She would be the last person in the Thunder Bay Pack capable of doing something like witch magic.

Ana jumped off the stage and walked in front of Benjeming Waltson: "Hello, Brother Benjaming ." Benjeming Waltson patted her head, "Hello, little beauty." Ana said embarrassedly: "Brother Benjaming , my name is Ana, you can call me Ana." "Alright. Little Ana." Ana pouted: "I'm not little anymore, I'm 18."

Levi greeted him cheerfully as he sat on the sofa, drinking alcohol. Benji bowed his head and nervously fidgeted with his hands. “D-Don L-Levi…” Levi grinned and set his glass down on the table. “Looks like you didn’t destroy Ana,” he said. Benji suddenly knelt down and trembled in front of Levi. “I-I don’t want to do it anymore, Don Levi! I-I can’t do it anymore!” He pleaded. Levi chuckled and laughed. “You know what I do to people who back out of my orders.”

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