Billy Bennett Deadly Class Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and my phone call with my brother from last night played in my head again. "I need you at the villa, Diego. Are you free?" Quinn had asked. "Not quite." I had mumbled knowing fully well that busy or not I would have to be there. I always wanted to be there despite how much I didn't want to. "Well you better get your ass down here tomorrow. That is if you can't make it tonight." "What is this about, this time?" "Benny is dead." "What?" My brows had narrowed in disbelief. "Two nights ago."

or cut off whatever feelings were brewing. Too late. I had already cracked. So I did something stupid. I went to Ben’s house. --- It was a mansion — one of those cold, expensive buildings that screamed “look at me” but felt hollow inside. The security was laughable. Rich people always assumed money could keep them safe. I slipped through the side hedge, hoodie up, footsteps silent. Lights were on inside. I crept to the window, staying in the shadows. What I saw? Made my blood run cold.

Nothing else matters when you're in this kind of situation. “What are you going to do? You think your threats intimidate me?” I say, trying to keep my composure if somehow possible. “Oh no. You see, I'm not planning to intimidate you, Keila Taylor,” she whispers, breath cold. “I intended to do something worse than that.” This sends a cold and overwhelming panic straight up to the back of my neck, and the hairs on my body rise suddenly as if a cold wind just went straight to me. I try to speak, but it's as if I lost the ability to do so. And before I can ever answer, an audible roar of a familiar car comes to my senses. The three of us freeze on our feet as our eyes catch a Bugatti Chiron pul

They must get the latest news. Conley chuckled and said, “It’s really interesting! Bennet the lad doesn’t have other abilities, but he is quite good at kicking someone when he is down. It seems like Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment can’t hold on anymore. If he gives another kick this time, this is going to speed up Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment to be destroyed.” Ryan remained silent. He silently stared at Bennet on the live broadcasting, and he felt anxious. What did he want to do?

"What did…" "Sorry," Barren shrugs, smirking. "It’s clear that you’re on to me if you came all the way here to find me. If that is the case, I can’t possibly let you live. I hope you understand." "Ben…" I gasp, turning in time to see Benny collapsing against the ground due to a dart that rests in his neck. "How?" "The walls have eyes and teeth," Barren chuckles. "Do you really think I’d be unprepared for such events?"

"What did…" "Sorry," Barren shrugs, smirking. "It’s clear that you’re on to me if you came all the way here to find me. If that is the case, I can’t possibly let you live. I hope you understand." "Ben…" I gasp, turning in time to see Benny collapsing against the ground due to a dart that rests in his neck. "How?" "The walls have eyes and teeth," Barren chuckles. "Do you really think I’d be unprepared for such events?"

Tilly asked yes it me and that all I know So please the picture, nevermind your secret is safe she said Mr Derek phone rang,and he pick up,yes I am,whatttttt?ok I get it What wrong? Tilly asked,Mr Derek frown it Akira What about her? she's dead What do you mean dead?I scream,she commit sucide I felt a cold air, Benita was murdered,Akira sucide, then what .....will happen me Gosh what if...he .....I....am the next

Benette’s vision. “Y-you-u..” His voice cracking as he struggled much for air. He recognized the girl. She was one of his failing students, who begged for him for a special project to pass Physics 401. The girl smiled at her and said, “I hope you learned your lesson, Mr. Bennette.” Suddenly Mr. Bennette stopped from moving, his eyes still wide and his fingers hardened. His struggle ceased and so was his life. The girl vanished and what was left in the scene was the sound of cold breeze and the rustling leaves and Mr. Benette, dead in his car.

“But I’m trying to find out. The latest news I have for you is that Billy De Mello is dead. The one who caused us to lose millions.” “He didn’t cause us to lose millions! Your boss caused us to lose billions of dollars. Billy was doing an excellent job until Sebastian interfered with his moral lessons.” “But he was exposing teenagers to drugs!” Don Yoon said. “That’s not our concern!” she said firmly. “Anyway, do you have any more information for me?” “I don’t know if it matters to you, but boss told us to hire more gunmen.” “And why is that?” “Perhaps this city is on the brink of a violent upheaval?” Do Yoon contemplated.

I hummed a sound, and my mood was a lot better. Ben walked over, stepping on Richmond's face, laughing harshly, "Heh, you've got guts, no wonder you could become the boss of New York." His face was almost flattened, he couldn’t speak at this point, but his eyes were brimming with fear. Ben asked again, "Will you tell or not, who hired you to kill Jim?" Bennet stubbornly responded, "I really can't say, we've got professional codes! Ah!" Ben landed another punch, and just as this punch fell, another voice suddenly rang out: