Bluey Bentley Novels & Stories

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

Mateo said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. Although Mateo's comparison was a bit off, I had to agree with him; Shira knew Bentley wouldn't even glance at another woman for more than a few seconds unless necessary. Bentley was the good one of the Haynes brothers—never got into trouble, never uttered a curse word, and never cheated. I'm not saying Bentley's perfect—far from it—but he does try his best to maintain a good reputation, unlike me; I don’t give a damn about the opinions of these judgmental people. I live to please no one and won't compromise my authenticity for anyone's approval.

Such atrocity would not be tolerated. "I'm going to call the Don and have him take you out!" she screamed, visibly agitated. "I’m calling my best friend, she’s the Don’s daughter!" I glanced at her coldly. "Make your call then. I'd also like to find out who your best friend is." Lucille became stunned. She was well aware that she didn't even know the name of the Gambino family's heiress, let alone be acquainted with her. But from the moment she arrived, she was so confident that she could become best friends with the Gambino heiress that she grew incredibly reckless.

"This is Alexa Whittier. You might have heard of her or not but she's one of our tutors," "Alexa, this is Katana Shishani," she says as she points to a very pretty girl with long curly dark brown hair and smooth bronze skin. "Hi," she says but it comes out in the form of a whisper. I barely heard her. I give her a small smile. "Next to Katana is Blythe, Blythe Lancaster". She has a short fringed neck length haircut. She looks almost boyish in her oversized clothes and sort of carefree. She looks at me with her hazel coloured eyes a very close shade to her hair.

Bentley quickly moved to my side and placed a hand around me - as though sensing I wanted to rip Lottie’s skull apart. “Hello, family. I’m Bentley. Serenity’s biological brother.” Bentley said, trying to change the subject and ease the underlying tension between Lottie and me. My father took the initiative to extend his hand to Bentley and say, “It’s been ages since we last saw you. By virtue of your father’s status, I assume you’ve become the Gamma of Yellow Gem. I’m proud of you. I heard you were a Marine Corps.” “Still one, sir!” Bentley saluted, and we all laughed at his dramatic display. “I have kept my father’s legacy alive.” Bentley shared with my father. I was glad my father warmly r

Bentley called out loud as she walked from her chair to the stage. Ashley and Hadley snickered, and Zelda sent them a stony glare. Ashley watched as Hadley kept a straight face immediately, but she did not care. "Hadley, keep your eyes on the crowd but always remember to target the man with the most expensive suit in the room, he is your man," Bentley spoke again. Ashley watched as Hadley nodded in response. Bentley was standing in front of her now. The woman heaved a sigh and crossed her arms underneath your chest.

> Never. --- The next day, Blue came over after school. No sneaking. No back doors. He walked through the front door with a bag of chips in one hand and a movie in the other. My mom met him in the kitchen. They stared at each other for a second too long. Then she smiled. “You must be Blue.” “You must be Elias’s mom.” She extended a hand. “Call me Joy.” He shook it, careful, like she might break him. And then she said, “You like lemon squares?”

Demetrius awkwardly chuckled and grabbed Patrice' hand. "Son, why don't you and Vanessa get to know each other, upstairs, in her room" Demetrius worded, trying to get rid of us. "Come on, bud" I grabbed his hand, which felt small in mine. I walked upstairs to my room and shut the door, loudly might I add. "So, what's your name?" I asked the blue eyed boy. The colour of his eye was such a peculiar blue. "Bentley" He answered. "How old are you?, Bentley" I asked him another option.

She tugged on Blue’s sleeve as he was folding clothes scattered on the bed. “What?” Blue asked. “Look,” Katleya said, showing him. When Blue saw it, he burst into laughter. He had accidentally bought her a T-back with a butterfly design.