Breakfast Club Cast John Bender Novels & Stories

Brennan joins the kitchen followed by Jake. “I was making breakfast!” Felicity sweetly claims as she places freshly heated croissants on the dining table. I take a seat at the table, but refuse to eat anything she has prepared. Brennan sits next to me, but not before rolling his eyes at me. Which earns a small chuckle from me. I could see Jake in a mind-link and it wasn’t long before Lorrel and Ricardo both join the breakfast gathering. Clearly mind-linked by Jake, the little shit stirrer.

This guy is a real creep. "Keep your eyes to yourself or we're going to have a problem."Jeremy said and a smirk tugged on my lips. I love how protective he can be at times. "He's not on it. The only person that was in here at that exact time was this man here."I pointed to the man on the screen."Do you remember him?"I turned around and asked. "I don't just remember him... I know him. That's Mr Benedict. He comes in here a couple of times a week to buy his booze and mostly canned food."

He gave Patrick and Peter first class seats to the betrayal show that was about to unfold. taking out his phone under the table, he face the camera towards the rather loving couple and clicked a picture sending it to Alex. Alex knew what to do, he didn't need to explain. Patrick and Peter did not even notice the couple as yet but he was sure during their meal , they would. It was only a matter of time before the show started. John wasn't really hungry after the large breakfast he had this morning. Mrs Jenkins fed him well. He browsed through the menu selecting cheesy jelapeno fries and a small coke. The two men looked at him in shock, he didn't really order a full mean, it was more of a sna

May’s POV I didn’t expect to see his face again. Not on a Tuesday morning. Not on the corner TV mounted above a rusted fridge in the motel common room, flickering between fuzzy news reports and toothpaste ads. But there he was. John Bells, standing behind a podium with the company logo faint in the background. His hair was windswept like he hadn’t slept, suit pressed but eyes clouded. Not the usual titan. Not the billionaire powerhouse. Just a man.