Benji Pic Novels & Stories

“It’s not arguing, Uncle. I just want you to try what I’m eating today.” Beni fell silent, his eyes fixed ahead at the slow-moving line. But the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him. “Alright. Just one.” “Yeaaay!” Josh slapped his little palm against Beni’s much larger one, then bounced in place, eyes glued to the display case filled with steaming hotdogs, piles of toppings, and tubs of colorful ice cream.

She pointed to the empty seat beside me with a playful wink. The so-called Benji was as handsome as one of those sunglasses models in high-end fashion magazines. I was starstruck and ignored Jacqueline while admiring his beautiful features. "Peyton! damn it, you've done it again Benji." Jacqueline pouted, and he laughed and patted her hand, and sat next to me. "So! Peyton, right? Hi, I'm Benjamin, you can call me Benji." He held out his hand, but instead of shaking mine he took my hand and kissed it.

I say trying to calm her down… Three cars pull up in front of us, the one in front has two men dressed in a suit similar to the one the poster man is wearing, one of them opens the door of the car in the middle and Benji walks out, Seeing his face, I am yet again reminded of Ben, I hate the fact that the person I hate the most has the face of the man I loved. Dressed in a black tuxedo and black glasses on, Benji makes his way towards us. When he reaches were we are standing, he takes off his glasses revealing where his focus is, he looks at me then at Zoey

Benji hesitated then "Rebecca" Are you familiar with the name?” Emma chuckled. “Come on, Benjamin , what are you saying?” He paused. “What’s up with Rebecca though? How are you guys coping? Hope she’s… not a bully anymore? She’s grown out of the bullying era, right?” Emma hesitated for half a second, then lied. “Yeah. She has.” Benji didn’t seem to notice. “Good. So I’ll be coming to Colombia soon.

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 did a once over look in the room without creating the knowledge he can see but noticed nothing out of place. Benji has arrived at the private airstrip where the jet was already waiting for him. As he climbed out of the taxi the driver handed him a note. He quickly read it then nods his head. Now walking towards the airplane he went inside. He discovers three passengers waiting for him. "Who are you?" he asked carefully. "We are hitching a ride." The one man answers revealing his gun. Benji said nothing just sits down and buckles himself into his seat. He just keeps looking at the passengers. The men were well dressed but it was the girl that holds his attention. She definitely looks under

The treat is my chicken from the fucking fridge. "Benji" I say because he looks like a Benji and from what I'm told, the name Benji it's a survivor's name and something about 'the son of the right hand' so either he had a father who was bulky as shit and would chew a man's dick off without hesitation or hes just a cute little floppy animal who loves to eat my food. He's only been here half an hour. "What's a name?" Rem says as he too crouches and pets the dog behind his ears.

Until it became too much. Like now. Benji leaned his head toward her still. Creating a friction against my hand that made me fist his coat. Even still, though, his arms slid out of the jacket, inching him even closer to the girl who had gone from timid, to jealous, to angry, to frightened. I didn’t like the fact that Benji was scaring her. “Where’s your mommy, Bambi?” he whispered. My nostrils flared. “Enough.” “Huh? Yeah? You like being called Bambi, Little Miss Jealous?”

Kenji was dressed in black, and everyone should be able to tell from his appearance that he looked somewhat similar to Benji. But because Benji wore a business suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that had not been changed for as long as he was alive, one would always see the shrewdness of an entrepreneur in him. However, Kenji was different; he was usually casually and ordinarily dressed, so one might subconsciously ignore this man at first glance most of the time. Benji scratched his neck. "She proposed to work opposite Mr. Duval, so her office is now located opposite to that of Mr. Duval."

Cindy quickly wiped my tears. Benji’s penetrating eyes looked at me as soon as he walked in, “Hey, baby! Are those tears of joy cuz they better be!” Benji grinned. “Yeah…I can’t take my eyes off me over there,” I pointed out. He glanced at the canvas. A bucket of shame splashed over me. But the reaction he gave disgusted me even more and I wanted to hysterically cry because that was all I was afraid of! He licked his lower lip even though he wasn’t straight.