Bennetts Books Novels & Stories

Bennett turns from his silent observation of Helena, who is once again busy staring at the wall. “This isn’t the Boones. We don’t impose rules on whether someone stays or goes,” he states firmly, as he meets my father’s gaze. My father studies him for a beat. “You aren’t the alpha.” “No. I’m the beta. I let my alpha enjoy his breakfast while I deal with minor inconveniences like this one.” I freeze because I wasn’t expecting Bennett to step up like this. To my surprise, my father doesn’t shift to wolf and launch himself at Bennett for implying he’s being petty.

Bennett’s Point of View; Bennett closed the door behind him as he walked away from the suite with his luggage. He was tired of the travels and wanted to sleep for a couple of hours. The room he booked was on the same floor as Eden’s suite, so he didn’t have to walk much. The room was not as big enough or luxurious as the suite, but it was still in a five-star hotel and matched all its expectations. Bennett did not care about which room he was in, he had stayed in far better suits in far better hotels before. He knew that Eden needed a better experience on this trip than he did. She had never traveled much because of her father’s restrictions. He knew this from when Eden had kidnapped him.

With a quiet sigh, she got out of bed and walked down the hallway. Returning the book would give her something to do. Damien’s study door was unlocked. She stepped inside and walked to the bookshelf. Benita slid the book back into place. Her eyes scanned the titles. If she couldn’t sleep, she might as well read something else. She pulled out another book. But as it came free, something behind it shifted. Benita paused. She pushed the book aside. A file sat tucked behind it. Her name was written across the front. BENITA McCRACKEN

Just my name on it. I stared at it for a long time before finally opening it. I expected a scandal. A criminal record. Hidden debts. An ex-wife. Something. Just anything. Instead, the first page made me frown. Lucas Bennett Age: Thirty-four. Occupation: Founder and CEO of Bennett Living Designs. Real estate developer and interior architecture consultant. Estimated net worth, I stopped reading. He was wealthy. Very wealthy. Not as wealthy as me. But wealthy enough that money clearly wasn't his reason for getting close to Amelia.

Charles continued, addressing Jayden and Alex, “I know you two have your respective businesses, but have you ever considered a collaboration? Kensington and Bennett… now that would be a formidable partnership.” Alex’s smile was easy, almost amused. “I suppose that would depend on the nature of the collaboration,” he replied smoothly. I watched as Jayden’s jaw clenched subtly, his gaze still fixed on me as he replied, “That might be a little difficult,” he said, his tone clipped, “especially given our differing... visions.” He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “But I do have to commend Ms. Roberts here. Bennett Group is a tough place to break into," he added with a slight smirk, his

“Bennett? Why would you think we’d need him?” Enzo bit back a sigh. “He left a note in a book. Printed into the first page of the book, under the chapter header. I don’t know how.” He shook his head. His jaw clenched, and I realised that he needed this distraction, if only for a moment. Samael watched us unseeingly from the earth. I looked away.

I ignored him, brushing past him, but he wasn’t finished. “You know,” Elias called after me, “watching the Bennetts fall is going to be almost as satisfying as one of those your Manhattan orgies. Almost. Soon there won't be the Bennetts just as there are no Roosevelts.” I didn’t stop, but his words sank deep. The Bennetts weren’t just fighting a lawsuit or a financial crisis. We were fighting ghosts—ours, Jacob’s, and everyone who’d ever been wronged by us. The boardroom at Bennett HQ was heavy with tension, the air thick with unspoken doubts and desperation. Everyone was seated at the long mahogany table, the atmosphere as cold as the marble floors beneath us. This was a lifeline, and every

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

I listened to her silently as she cleared her throat and continued "Alpha Bennett was born to be a powerful alpha with the ability to assassinate anything that came his way and the strength to claim what is his...". She stopped her reading by pouting her lips. At that, I rested my gaze on her face and noticed that her cheeks were turning red. "Keep reading" I said, cutting off her thoughts. "Alpha Bennett would not only bring blessing, but he would also be a ruthless and dangerous alpha..." Hester paused as I looked closer to the book.

“Mia, I have to say, you’ve been a delight today. It’s clear you’re the backbone of this operation.” “Thank you, Mr. Ben—Harrison,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Adrian nudged me playfully. “See? I told you people like you better than me.” Bennett laughed, shaking his head. “You two are something else. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about this partnership at first, but after today, I’m convinced. You’ve got my business.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Adrian recovered first, shaking Bennett’s hand with a wide grin.