Bing And Ben Novel Novels & Stories

With the battle raging behind me, the gurgling sounds of Verina choking on her own blood, and Brice next to me, doing his best just to stand, the rest of the world faded around me. All I could see was Ben--beautiful, intelligent, amazing, wonderful Ben. I saw him on that first day, back in Mr. Ford’s yard, chopping wood. I saw the sun glinting off of his sweaty hair, his blue eyes sharp and inquisitive. I saw him at the grocery store, as I fumbled with the magazine rack and misunderstood that he was telling me his name. I saw him at the restaurant, wearing a white, grease covered apron, smelling of burgers but working hard so that he could make a way for himself in this world. I saw him at s

I said. Annabel launched into a detailed description of some guy, Ben, who was somewhere in the crowd. She was smitten and wanted to know how to make a move without coming off too strong. Well, it seemed that tonight, all the character development and relationship-building I’d done for my novels would finally pay off in real life.

The jocks; Ben’s friends, and the plastics; Jenny’s minions, are all gathered at the table, chattering and laughing without a care in the world. If I’d ended up with Ben, I would’ve been there, at their table, with all the rest of the elite kids and the power just being in their circle brings. I felt cold, shut off from the school, toppled from my throne of air that I had built out of foolish hopes and even more foolish gambles. Would I have been happier with Ben? Would I have felt less alone? Bibah’s voice calling my name snaps me back to the present. “Are you good?” She asks, looking slightly worried, the creases between her eyebrows deepening. “You’ve been zoning out since we got here.”

“The guests arriving early have been talking.” Benita smiled faintly. “Even Madam Clarissa?” Youda laughed. “She’s pretending it was her idea.” Benita shook her head. “I’m not surprised.” Youda grinned. “You really did something amazing.” Benita reached for her coffee and accidentally knocked it over. “Oh!” The liquid spilled across the dressing table. “And my chemise…great.” sounding frustrated Youda moved quickly. “I’ll get you another one.” “No, get me another cup of coffee first.” “Then a fresh pair of underwear,” Benita added. “I can’t wear this smelling like coffee.”

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"NATHAN, NO!" ​Ben’s head snapped to the side, but he barely stumbled. He wiped a small bead of blood off his bottom lip with the back of his hand, his eyes flashing with a dark, terrifying thrill. ​"My turn," Ben whispered. ​Before Nathan could recover his stance, Ben stepped in with terrifying speed and Manhattan-bred precision. ​Ben hooked a vicious, heavy left straight into Nathan’s ribs. A horrible, wet crunch echoed through the quiet kitchen, followed by a choked, breathless scream from Nathan. Nathan doubled over in sheer agony, but Ben wasn't finished.

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.

When his fangs sank into the flesh again, the bond ignited—not with pain, but with power. I cried out, arching against him as the magic roared through us. He held me until the burn settled into a pulse. Then he whispered, “Now mine.” I rolled over, straddling him, letting my fingers roam every inch of his chest. “My turn,” I murmured. And I bit him back—on the same mark, the same place, deep and true. The bond sealed. And then it bloomed. We moved together in perfect rhythm, our wolves howling through the magic, wrapping us in a golden aura that shimmered through the tent. I felt him everywhere—under my skin, in my blood, beneath my ribs.

I didn’t turn my head and looked straight on the menu as if nothing happened. ‘Why is he here? He’s not supposed to be here.’ Nova’s eyes went wide and looked back and forth from Natalie and her cousin. I was shocked to see Benedict here as well. Our encounter from months ago wasn’t supposed to happen, and him being here isn’t supposed to happen as well! Yvonne never met Benedict, they never crossed, seen, or heard from each other and besides, Ben’s scenes in the book happens in another ten years or so! ‘How the f*ck am I supposed to know the answer to that? It’s your novel.’ I slowly turned my head to the left whilst talking to Nova. I unconsciously hid my head on the menu and prayed to God