Bennet X Razor Novels & Stories

Benjamin looked at her for a moment, then turned back and continued playing with Bennett, the two of them babbling and crawling around together. ”They never fight, no?” Carter asked as he watched them. ”Yeah,” Raven replied. ”There was this one time they were playing roughly. Bennett suddenly threw a ball at Benjamin, and he fell on his butt,” he said. ”He didn’t cry. He didn’t fight back. And then Bennett went to him and hugged him,” he added. ”Twin connection,” Carter said with a smile as he handed a toy car to Bennett. Bennett grabbed the toy car and shook it happily, but a second later it slipped from his hands and fell straight onto his foot.

he said. Lexi turned around but looked confused. “ Baby, that is not Aiden. It is his wolf.” Lexi looks closer allowing her eyes to glow. She smiles “ That is so cool. What can I do for you?” “ I wanted to meet you. My name is Razor. I wanted to say I am sorry. I know what Aiden did. I wanted to tell you I did want any part of it. I tried to talk him out of it. To stop him.” Razor said. “ I don’t understand. You didn’t want to reject me.” Razor moves forward and takes Lexi’s hands in his.

Azrael sighed and pinched my cheeks lightly with a charming smile. “Listen kid, mistakes happen, but when it happens again, it’s not a mistake. Bennett is a skank, a handsome one, but a skank who didn’t deserve you, knew it and hurt you. I can’t make any promises not to hurt you because we will fight. We disagree a lot and our personalities clash.” “That is true. You just stopped smoking and you don’t know how to arrange your things.”

“I suppose I should introduce myself properly. I'm Henry Bennett.” I freeze, my hand stopping halfway to my glass. Henry Bennett. The legendary founder of Zenovar. The titan who had built the empire from the ground up before stepping back from the limelight. As if he knows I don't believe him, he takes off his face cap and glasses. I haven't seen him personally, but I recognize his face instantly. “Mr. Bennett,” I quiver, recovering my composure as I shake his hand firmly. “I... I didn't realize.”

“Those cuts? They’re not nothing.” “I—It’s nothing,” I stammered, trying to pull back. Xane didn’t let go. “Bennet tried to kill the mood the other day, so I didn’t bring it up. But I’m not stupid. Either you tell me, or no deal.” Something in his voice, the way it was firm, but not harsh,hit me harder than I expected. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t mocking. He was just… looking, seeing me, and genuinely interested in my pain.

The contrast in their stature was quite glaring as Razor almost towered him in height. “Look.” Razor said, swatting Chris’ hand away from his chest. “I am not here to impress anyone. My goal is to do my best and become stronger. If your father likes it, that’s good. If he doesn’t, then I’ll work on my area of weakness. As for you, you better watch your mouth. Not everyone is as they seem and there is more to some people than their looks alone. If you think I have it in mind to impress you, then you must be delusional. If you don’t like me or you are not impressed, guess what? I don’t give a fuck."

Bennet motions to the pair of equally gorgeous and equally toned blonde siblings. “What about me, asshat?” A dark-haired girl with a nose ring and tattoos says as she steps toward us. Bennet rolls his eyes, “And this is Harlow; Harlow is a warrior in training and a pain in everyone’s ass.” Her eyes narrow at Bennet and then turn to me, “You look sweet enough; watch this one; if you want help to kick his ass, let me know.” I giggle at the obvious history these two share, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I hope being this nice doesn’t come back to bite her in the ass. “What about this f*cker? He ordered your capture and most likely planned to kill you when he captured Ryker.” Bennet is vibrating with anger, his fists are balled at his sides, focus switching from me to Kennedy. Even that movement is twitchy, like he and his wolf can’t agree where to look. His dark red hair is not helping his menacing look in the slightest. He and I will have to fight this out eventually. I will pay this price and then hopefully we can move forward, if he doesn’t kill me.

Bennett’s blood froze when he saw what the man was carrying. A taser. Dare’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned forward, his voice low and smooth. “This is my favorite part,” he murmured. “The part where I stop being polite.” “No—no, please,” Mr. Bennett sputtered, struggling against the ropes cutting into his skin. “I—I don’t know anything—” Dare didn’t answer. He took the taser from the masked man, weighing it in his hand as though it were an old friend. Then, without warning, he drove the sharp prongs into Mr. Bennett’s thigh.

Morgan asked, "Then what should we do?" Bennett sat up in bed, causing Morgan to instinctively step back. He grabbed the belt of her robe and pulled her back to him. Morgan lunged forward, almost losing her balance, but she managed to grab onto Bennett's shoulder for support. Bennett pulled her towards the bathroom, and Morgan reluctantly followed. Once there, Bennett dismantled his electric shaver and took out the blade. Morgan said, "Oh, why didn't I think of that earlier?" Bennett glanced at her, then pulled on the robe's belt before leading her back outside. He sat on the edge of the bed while Morgan stood before him.