Bennetts Books Novels & Stories

A book fell from the second-floor railing. It landed open near Bennett’s feet. The pages fluttered once. Then went still. Bennett bent carefully and looked at it. Her expression tightened. “What is it?” Rory asked. Bennett did not answer immediately. I was beginning to hate that pause. Then she held the book out. It was not a library book. It was a ledger. Old. Bound in dark leather. Every page was covered in names. Some crossed out. Some marked with dates. Some followed by coordinates.

"Phew! He is not here, otherwise I would have been busted. I do not know why grandpa called me urgently but you can tell me something, I guess." Mrs Benz was rattling the clothes in the cupboard. She was a slender and short lady, after some moments she was completely inside the cupboard in an unsuccessful attempt to find something. Camilla was checking around the room as her gaze landed on the newly published novel of Sweetdreamer33, when she picked it up there was another one beneath, of her favourite author, CaitSarai. Her face was red now as she could not breathe, you know how crazy fan readers are. She picked both the books and there was again another on, 'Untouched' by Salacious.

“I can’t believe you are still alive, Bennette! What kind of deal did you make with the devils to be able to survive the ancient library!?” As Dominic tried to get Richard Bennette’s attention, I took a good look at the old man and noticed the thing he was holding in his hand. It was Lena’s earrings that he stole from her when she died! I got more worried when I sensed another presence hiding under the shadows of the altar not too far from Richard Bennette. The mysterious person wore a huge cloak that hid its face while it looked as if it was waiting for whatever would happen. [There is another person here, Dominic.]

There are still a few hundred pack members living in the territory, but they all work in town, and the pack doesn't run as a pack should. After dinner, we all retreated to the library. "This is centuries of Bennet history, archives of all the abilities Bennet wolves possess. How to train a Bennet wolf, how to control your gifts. There is a lot of information in here. I hope you find something that could help Lanie." Benjamin sighed and left the library. Astrid started by pulling books from the shelves and sat herself in a giant armchair, ready to get started.

After all, the Bennets would not be able to withstand Nathan's wrath! Mr. Bennet huffed dismissively. Even though he was a little intimidated, his arrogance was bolstered, knowing that Edward had been good to Rue recently. 'If that's the case, why should I be afraid!' 'With Edward Bluemel behind me, why would I be afraid of Nathan Chapman?' Anne glared coldly at Mr. Bennet and stepped forward to speak up. "Aside from high-end snacks, the Bennet group's other portfolio is in female fashion, right?"

I sat at my desk with the city outside and the office quiet around me and I let myself be here, in this room, in this chair, at this desk, in a way that I had not allowed myself very often because there had always been something that needed doing next and sitting still had felt like a luxury I could not yet afford. I could afford it now. I looked at the room. At the bookshelves and the desk and the good light and the west windows and the city behind them. I looked at the name on the glass panel beside the door, which I had not changed since it had been installed and which I still found, every time I looked at it, slightly astonishing. Bennett Capital. Not because of what it meant in the indu

says Bennet, still smiling, "I, uh, happened to be in town, and I heard from Grid that you were working here, so I thought to just swing by." "Oh, that was nice of you," I say, and wave upward toward the snacks in jars behind me, "we're a little past closing time, but you can still ask me to pick out anything you want to buy." "Thanks," says Bennet, "I'd want something a little nicer than candy though." "Huh?" "I mean, eh, candy would be nice," says Bennet, nodding to a jar with yellow and pink colors twisted into tubes, "I'd like a half-pound of that, if it's alright."

Bennett doesn't look back at me, but nods curtly before walking up the stairs and slamming the door behind him. I turn around and look at the familiar cell. There is fresh bedding on the cot, the bucket has been cleaned and food is waiting for me. I devour it quickly, my stomach protesting that it hasn't recieved enough. Bennett leaves the light on and when he comes back with lunch, there is a book on the tray. I watch him leave and scurry over to it. I eat quickly again and pick up the large novel, grateful to have something to do. I sit and read the book, cover to cover and set it on the tray. When Bennett comes back for dinner, he looks at the book with furrowed brows.

She turned the conversation to Bennett, "Enough about me, how are you and your husband?" Bennett smiled, "We're doing well. He's planning to set up a fashion house for me in Santa Monica, but he wants me to acquire a skill first. You know I've always had a passion for fashion and clothing, but I need a solid background to learn the basics. That's why I'm trying to get into the Midtown Group. I want to feel important and accomplished. I'm hoping the process is swift and that I get admitted." Isabel nodded encouragingly, "I'm sure you will, Bennett. You're talented and driven. And having a fashion house in Santa Monica sounds amazing!"

I have to fight a smile at the brilliance and stupidity of the situation. “Hey, boss.” Bennet chimes in tentatively. He’s running the left flank next to her car. He already has a soft spot for her. I guess it’s to be expected since he is her gamma, but he is so easily swayed by her it’s disturbing. “In all honesty, she’s bored. We all have something to do. You are working and the warriors are focused on protection. Can we give her her bag and let her study? She’s used to being busy. It’s just a suggestion, but it might help.”