Bennetts Books Novels & Stories

Bennett’s stern face. What is he doing here?

I think it's for entertainment. I pass each column of shelves, eyeing those past-dusty books that have been written with a feather. "Did you find something?" I ask Benny. We both went separate ways. I'm sure that Benny is reliable enough to actually help us. "I got this book," he holds it up for me to see. "There's a huge family tree on some of the pages. It's also written." He walks to my side, handing the big book, but the book immediately touches the hard wood floor.

Speaking of bodyguards, some of them followed me but when I entered the room, they were left guarding outside. What? Bennet doesn't trust me that I won't leave? Shh! Damn! I'll feed him to the zombie, he'll see. COLE'S POV The room I entered was beautiful, it had the CEO's name on it, so I immediately knew that room belonged to Bennet. Like a leisure room/office. There is an entertainment set and a mini-bar in the corner. There is also a shelf full of books. The most complete collection of books I've ever seen. Bennet obviously loves to read, and his books are mostly science fiction.

he asked with a chuckle. "I don't want to cause any more problems with Nina," I said with a troubled sigh. I glanced around the office. Bennett was into the classics. He had a bookshelf covered in older volumes of epic literature and some classical music books. His walls were covered with the greats – Monet, Picasso, even a piece by Davinci. "This isn't about causing problems; it is about your career. I can't tell you how many requests I get for more of you," he said. He motioned to a stack of papers on his desk.

Of all things, I didn't see it coming, so Bennet wanted to hurt my family? Anxiety rose in me and I hurriedly asked: "He must have known my mother's healing capacity! But how did he find out? It doesn't make any sense! The only people who know are Jack and Marvin. I've never told anyone about it!" Alan also seemed perplexed, not knowing what to answer. At the end, he said: "I really don't know, Rose. But what I know is that Bennet is acting strangely these days. I don't know how or where, but he found a lot of old books."

I didn’t leave the room for hours. Fabric scattered across the floor. Pages of new designs. I barely noticed time passing until the shadows outside had shifted and soft footsteps padded into the room. I looked up, strands of hair falling into my face. Bennett stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His sleeves were rolled up, his tie undone, eyes scanning the mess. “You starting a clothing war in here?” he asked dryly. I cracked a tired smile. “Something like that.” He walked over, taking in the chaos. Pins, thread, three cups of untouched tea.

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Eva looked Bennett over more hungrily than I was expecting. Bennett somehow managed to flash her a charming grin as he bowed low. “Bennett Riccarton, Grocer Extraordinaire, at your service.” Eva’s blatant smile fell immediately. “You’re a grocer?” Even knowing Eva, I was shocked by the judgment she didn’t even bother trying to hide. To his credit, Bennett pretended not to notice. I would have to ask him for acting tips later. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve been delivering Alpha Nightshade’s groceries—”

We bought too many clothes, soft pajamas, college hoodies, sandals, and boots, until I thought I’d faint just from choosing. Then Benjamin insisted we shop for my study materials. At the bookstore, he let me run my hands over rows of fresh new textbooks. Psychology, history, and sociology. Titles that once felt impossible were now mine for the taking. He bought me colorful notebooks, new pens, and sticky notes in all the pastel shades I loved. It was silly, but those tiny things made me happier than the fanciest gown. When I stacked the notebooks in my basket, Benjamin laughed. “Planning to write the next great novel, too?”

Bennett, then at Lucy, then down at her own trembling hands. Mr. Bennett’s hand moved with the same economy he used in boardrooms — slow, sure. He reached into his leather briefcase, drew out a thick stack of envelopes, and laid them on the table like a wager. The paper snapped softly as they hit the wood, a sound that made Lucy flinch. Venessa’s eyes went wide. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her purse as if to steady herself, but she didn’t reach for the money. Mr. Bennett pushed the nearest envelope toward her with a single, deliberate motion.