Billy Bennett Deadly Class Novels & Stories

I told Maverick. “Answer it.” I hit the answer on Scarlet’s phone. Courtney was going off even before I even said hello, “Scarlet! She is dead, Penelope is dead! I found her on the beach, her throat ripped out!” She broke down in sobs. “Courtney, this is Beta Mason. Scarlet has been kidnapped. I need you to get on a plane and get back here immediately. I will send warriors to the airport to collect you.” “Oh!” Courtney went on to say something else but I don’t understand girls talking when they cry. It sounds like gibberish. I handed the phone to the Gamma and told him to handle it.

But, they must first see the evidence to make a final judgment. “C-can w-we t-try t-to b-bury the dead without anyone k-knowing a-a-about it…? asked Mary in her unsteady voice. “We should see the dhampir first,” said Adrienne with a firm voice. She started to walk and kept Mary’s right clammy hand on her left hand as she walked beside her. Their pace was slow. “We should make haste, Mary,” she said with urgency. “No other witness must see it aside from you and me. Come, let’s walk faster.”

“Cut on the news. Channel five. They’re covering it now.” Charles grabbed the remote with his free hand. He clicked on his TV and turned the volume up, and then he switched it to channel five. “They’re starting to talk about it now.” “Yeah,” Charles answered. “At eleven thirty a.m. today, six men dressed in black helmets, gas masks, and bulletproof vests barged into Michelson Investments on Madison Avenue and open fired. They had AKs, teargas, and homemade bombs. The eighth-grade class of The Alexander Prep Academy was on a field trip there when the attack started,” the male anchor said.

In a dim room, a handsome man sat on the stool. His face was lightly visible as the light from the laptop fell on his face. He had an evil smirk plastered on his face as he swiftly typed on the keyboard. ‘You are sure to be famous. Someone is again trying to get your information… Don’t worry I am the dark and I am protecting you from the dark, Jessica, be brave and face your enemies well.’ …………… The doctors examined Jia once more. Her face was pale as she screamed painfully filling the room with her shrill voices. Slowly these voices faded and the machine showed no sign of life. She was dead.

I’d had similar sentiments from girls I’d dated. “Are we going to get in the car?” Sandra asked. I shook myself. “Yes. I was just waiting to see if someone came to steal my wallet.” Sandra shrugged. “If they did, I’m sure they’d need whatever was in it more than you do. People around here are very poor. It’s not right to steal, but I would understand if they did.” Ah yes. Saint Sandra Kingsley. “Yeah, I suppose so,” I grumbled. I carefully got Sandra into the car. Something about her seemed… delicate.

She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"

“But neither of us were in that room. We only saw the aftermath. And as far as I’m concerned, he got everything he deserved. Besides, it’s not like we have never killed anyone.” “I kill on orders.” He mutters back "So do I, usually. Plus William Creedance was supposed to be dead.” Bella’s head was resting against my shoulder. Her lips curved up in a slight smile. Her hands were stained with crimson. But she looked peaceful. She had closed the door on her past. “Do you think we need to be worried?” Leighton whispers. “About what?”

Aurora asked. "Miss Aurora, those who rob President Fairbank's goods must pay the price," Kieran said. Although she already had the answer in her heart, hearing Kieran say it made Aurora clench her fists. Once Heath found those goods, he would immediately eliminate the people who had hijacked them! But among those people was Jasper Bennett! --- Aurora could ignore everyone else, but not Jasper Bennett. He was her man, and she couldn't just stand by and watch Jasper become a pawn for the Whitmore family!

From the moment he saw Bennett, he knew he had found the right man for the job. Bennett and Levett worked together for several years. Most tasks involved basic protection or the occasional "special job." Even in Bennett’s line of work, there were principles: no killing women or children—unless, of course, there were exceptions. One fateful day, Frank used Theodore Bennett’s team and resources to eliminate the Bartz family. It was supposed to be a male-only operation, but things quickly escalated when women and children were discovered on-site. This violated Bennett’s rules completely. His agents thought it must have been a mistake, but it wasn’t. Frank had explicitly ordered that “no one lea

“To sweeten the deal, I’ll give you my help. Leave Samael’s body exactly where it is. He has no family, and all of his friends died all those months ago when you first met. Tomorrow, a pack of wolves – a real wild one, not like you werewolves – will stumble upon his body and eat it. Nobody will ever find him, and nobody will ever know – so long as you do not tell.” Scarlett shuddered. “Lovely and morbid.” “Bennett has already shown that he has little regard for life, human or werewolf or otherwise.” “True. But…” “But what?” “Do you think he’s right? Do you think I’ll lose control and end up going to him anyway?” She huffed out a sigh. “Are we just prolonging the inevitable?” I sighed, too, a