Novel & Cerita Benji In Pitch Perfect

Benji hooked his fingers under my chin and made me look at him. Biting my lower lip in anger, I turned my head to the side, trying to free my chin from the devil’s fingers and ignore him. But I was yanked back with force. "You want to play this the hard way? Sure. It's my specialty, anyway. Don't regret it." Benji took out a penknife from his pocket. He shook the small object, letting out a sharp edge in the open before using it to cut the ropes on my ankles. "Bob, Noah, spread her legs."

My first mistake was ever trying to outrun and escape the Imperious pack. My second mistake was looking up and making eye contact with him. My eyes snapped up to find his as soon as the shock wore off from his words. Mine. His. That's what he said – that's what he declared. That I was his. Alpha Benji was nothing like the hideous man I had drawn up to appear in my nightmares. He was tall and broad, with sandy hair and hauntingly grey eyes. His chiseled face was framed by just the perfect amount of facial hair.

The familiar voice made my gaze go to the kitchen where I saw Benji in his pink apron and a whole lot of chocolate chip cookies cooling off in their trays on the kitchen island. "Oh, my Benji, what happened?" I blurted out once I saw him busying himself with a chocolate batter. I haven't seen him in a while, we chat and text, but we were both have been crazy busy with our things. I know he was supposedly dating Jasper, the hot paralegal, I thought he told me they were moving in together. "I, Jasper, and I..." Benji paused his words when he looked at Percy behind me, who was putting his hand on my waist possessively, then Ben's eyes locked with the guard who was standing by the door trying to

Bianca "Bambi?" Benji's voice drifts towards me, closer than I had anticipated. I look up to see him stepping into the room, his bare feet silently connecting with the cool tiled floor. A rush of confusion washes over him as he considers the precarious position I'm in. "Shit, Bianca?" he exclaims, the surprise lacing his voice. Before I can gather my thoughts, he gently rolls me onto my back, the warmth of his presence creating a stark contrast to the chill surrounding us.

he exclaims, “Benji is perfect for me, he is very successful and the only person worth of me” I say, I watch Dad keenly and prayed he would agree to this…

Austin was the one who introduced him to her. “Now that everyone has arrived let us form a team. Miranda, Eric, and Melisa, you are one team, and my teammates are Austin and Bridget.” Benji informed them. “Why don’t we pick cheats?” Melisa suggested, clearly knowing why Benji picked that team. “No, I don't want to pick cheats.” He said it uncomfortably. “Just tell me straight up that you don't want me on your team because I will make you lose. After all, I don't have the same IQ as you. You know what, I don't want to play. I will make some coffee.” She said it angrily to him.

Enrique ran his hand through his hair again. Benji, a.k.a. Benjamin McCallister, not only went to school with Enrique and the gang, but also a close friend. He was one of the most sought-after attorneys in Linnesse. I nodded. “We’re working on it.” My gaze flicked to the clock above the fireplace. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.” My gaze swept across the floor, finding the remains of my favorite vase. I really need to work on my control more.

"She's fine, she's just being dramatic. I won't let her grow the forest. Come on, my thing will be gone in hours. If there's anything I need to know, you should help and not let me embarrassed myself." I was tense about tonight, and what Jacqueline said was right, he's my honey bun bun. I've been fantasizing about him for the longest, and seriously don't want to mess things up. "Okay then, Benji get your laptop and plug some porn, we'll be viewing vanilla ones. We're going to make you a pro in an hour." "Damn woman, you're going all out tonight!" Benji got up excitedly and walk to his room to get his laptop.

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

He was the village leader, Benji. Benji had a face that was very similar to Bowen in the younger version. His hair was the same golden as Bowen's, and his eyes were the same blue color as Bowen's. The difference was Bowen let his hair loose and braided his beard. Meanwhile, Benji chose to braid his hair and let his beard loose. “Big brother? Bowen? Is that you?" asked Benji, his eyes widened. “Village leader, don't come near that monster! It is dangerous! We don't know who he is!" exclaimed the Dwarves warningly.