Bennett Mobi Novels & Stories

A fire burned low in the hearth, casting orange light on the room’s polished surfaces. Behind a massive onyx desk sat Damien Thorne. He didn’t look up immediately. He was writing in a leather-bound journal, sleeves rolled to the elbows. His forearms were strong, dusted with dark hair, a silver watch catching the firelight. There was something coiled about him—refined, but dangerous. Velvet over steel. When he finally lifted his gaze, their eyes locked. Something flickered. Not recognition. Not attraction. Something far more dangerous. “You’re late.”

He smiled broadly at her and stood up as he greeted her. “Hi, I’m Bennett. Do you have an appointment?” he asked. He had electric blue eyes that matched the tips of his bottle blonde spiked hair. His friendly smile revealed straight white teeth and a tongue ring. He had lightly tanned skin and wore a high school class ring on his right hand. “Electra.” She mumbled. “Oh, yeah! Alpha made the appointment.” He picked up the phone and pushed a few buttons. “Hey, mom. Yeah, she’s here.”

“You must be the fiancée. Wow. You’re even more stunning in person.” I shook it cautiously. “Thanks.” “I’m Damon,” he said. “Bennett’s cousin. The charming one.” Bennett didn’t laugh. His hands were shaking as he held his fork. Damon turned to him with a crooked grin. “Who knew you had it in you, Bennie? Love. Engagement. Real feelings. ” he paused, looking at Benjamin and Regina “That’s big for you.” He smirked. The room tightened. Bennett’s jaw ticked, obviously pissed. “He’s just leaving.”

“ Maddie immediately stood up and walked to the door, her face full of excitement as she glanced through the peephole. To her surprise, she saw a greasy figure. It was producer Bennett. He was wearing a hat and urgently knocking on his own door. Maddie furrowed her brow. Why was it him? Wasn't Tony supposed to come? Could it be that Tony instructed him to come and negotiate some terms with her? Maddie felt a wave of displeasure and opened the door. As Bennett looked up and saw Maddie dressed so provocatively, a rush of excitement surged within him. "Producer Bennett, do you have something to discuss with me?" Maddie stood by the door and asked. "Well, indeed I do..." "Can we talk about it la

The idea should have felt like relief. Instead, it made my stomach turn. Because if we could break something we did not understand, we could also do something worse. Something we could not take back. Bennett arrived a minute later. She moved fast across the field, her coat open, her expression controlled in the way it only got when things had gone very wrong. Her gaze swept over everyone once. Rory. Lila. Me. The device. Then she stopped beside the agent handling the evidence. “Status.” “Unknown hardware. No conventional battery source. No obvious communications module.”

"See for yourself, sir." Bennett looked at Evan's phone, and a deep sense of dread gripped him. The phone seemed like a harbinger of death. Instinctively, he refused. "Kara wouldn't want me to see her swollen and disfigured. Take it away. Hurry up and take it away!" "Sir, actually, Miss Sierra–"

“Bennet, please. I want to go home and we have to figure out where Amy is and what she’s up to. Now that I know all the attacks and crazy sh*t that has been happening recently is her fault. We need to take care of these people that she has abused, figure out who is actually loyal to her and, I guess, her dad, whoever that is, and bring them both in for a trial.” “What about this f*cker? He ordered your capture and most likely planned to kill you when he captured Ryker.” Bennet is vibrating with his anger, his fists are balled at his sides, focus switching from Finn back to me. Even that movement is twitchy, like he and his wolf can’t agree where to look. His dark red hair is not helping h

She looked confused, wondering what was the meaning of this. Bennett moved away from Eden and sat on the other side of the bed, with his back rested on the headboard. He had a frown formed on his face, almost as if he was about to cry. He put his palms on his face, rubbing up and down, and then started massaging his head. He said softly, “Eden.”

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.

Bennett sorted out her garments and put them aside. He sat at the edge of Morgan's pale pink bed and watched her applying makeup. "Bennett, if you're free, help me put my phone, charger, and wallet in my bag." Bennett took her bag and saw the crumpled banknotes inside. He opened them one by one and placed them neatly in her wallet. Morgan quickly peeled off the mask from her face. Bennett noticed the bank card he had given her yesterday in her wallet. He smiled and said self-deprecatingly, "I won't get any salary this month."