Bing And Ben Novel Novels & Stories

71 THEA It’s Ben. It’s really Benedict Saintclare. When you least expect to see him, that’s when I get to see him out of the blue. I stare eagerly at Benedict and he was also doing the same thing. I couldn’t move, I felt stuck on my seat even though I wanted to leave this pizza place. I’m stuck here, looking back into his alluring bluish-greenish eyes while he doesn’t say a word anymore after greeting me. Honestly?

Ben doesn’t resist me as we make our way to my car. Once inside, the first thing I do is check the success of my ongoing web novel. The number of readers pacifies my mind and pours cold water upon my blazing heart. I check my email inbox and then open I*******m to scroll through any new messages. Ben plays games on his iPod with headphones inserted in his ears. His mood has significantly changed since this morning. Promising myself to treat him with snacks later, I check through my message requests. A new message is there with an invitation card: High School Reunion of Class of 1996

A snarl, a curse, someone spitting in the dirt. “That’s a lie,” another elder snaps. “Watch your tongue, Ysabeau. Bjorn was your mate.” “He was a savage man, he was my abuser,” she replies razor calm. “And he was willing to cut open anyone who got in the way of the story he wanted to be true.” Kaia moves through the crowd gathered around like smoke, ending up near the opposite side of the pit. “She’s not lying,” she says. “We bound the third flame. Bjorn anchored the lock. Wolves on one side, witches on the other, fear braided with duty.”

"Alice!" "Woof! Woof! Woof!" I was okay, but my daughter had been bitten right through the thigh. Was my rebirth for nothing? Could I really not change anything? Despair flooded over me as I crawled toward her. I held her tightly and called her name repeatedly. Just then, the wail of sirens finally filled the air. Alice was rushed into the emergency room for stitches. Meanwhile, Thomas stood a short distance away. He was talking on the phone, his face lit up in excitement.

"I told you I was going to. Now leave Seraphina alone." "And who are you to give me orders." She tried to push me away but failed miserably. "You will become my personal blood bag. Now dont scream." I bit her and then started to drink her blood. It's so good I was in need of this. After 2 minutes, I let go of her and cured her. "Forget everything that happened now. And you will leave Seraphina alone." She just nodded. "Good girl, now run along." She left. "I need some fun. I should call that guy from the ice cream place."

As weird as their relationship was, the honesty and trust between them were very strong. If Benji were to describe Vincent, he would say the man was very good at bargaining, quite nice when he wasn't pissed off and had a deep addiction to Benji's blood and scent. In his own way, he loved Benji even if it included tying up Benji and dubiously consenting to feeding on him. The door opened and a large body frame walked in. He was in a shirt that was half buttoned, finely pressed black suit pants and shining designer black shoes. There was a small golden necklace around his neck of which the other half was around Benji's neck.

89 - Ben I grab the door frame to keep me steady as my vision blurs. Elara’s all consuming despair blinds me. I feel a grip on my shoulder, but can’t seem to focus no matter how hard I blink. Warbled sounds are getting louder in my head. “BEN!!” I feel a slap on my cheek and blink again. “Ben! What the f*ck happened? What’s wrong with Elara?” Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

he said, squeezing his friend warmly. "Are you ready to eat?" Gabriella asked. "YES! I'm STARVING!" Ben said. He stood up and kept his arms around Hannah, so she left the ground and hung against his broad chest. She yelped as her breasts were squeezed against him. She put her hands on his shoulders to push him away, but his grip was too secure. "Ben! Put me down! NOW!" she shrieked. Miriam and Daniel were standing in the doorway, grinning madly at Ben. He winked at them.

Carla added, with the tiniest bit of steel in her voice. "No. No, I do not," Beth agreed, in that same friendly tone that sounded like she was discussing the baseball team. "I'm going to go and..." Ben said, even more hoarsely. "I'm going to go, before you guys tell me any more stories." And he beat a hasty retreat. If he was not jacking off furiously in five minutes, either to that picture of Mary I sent him back when, or more likely to the thought of Beth in his lap, I would eat my hat with mustard.

I sigh, glancing over at Pippa, who still refuses to look at my brother… …wondering what the hell is happening there. We spend a few more minutes admiring the new baby and congratulating Elias and Pippa, but my mom and I see Pippa’s energy begin to fade nearly at the same time. Mom catches my eye and I gave a happy nod, slipping my arm around Ben’s elbow. A few words whispered in his ear has him regretfully turning away from his mate’s little girl – the little Bianca who is a daughter to Ben now as well, in his heart if not technically by blood.