Dear Benjamin Mga Nobela at Kwento

I rolled my eyes, “Benjamina, how many times do I need to tell you, it’s Alpha King or Alpha Mars…. Not King Alpha.” “Well, you keep calling me Benjamina instead of Benji like all the other normal human beings, so I am just returning the incorrect favor.” Her sassy attitude towards me was starting to get old. Ever since our conversation on the plane about Ciara, she has been sending me death glares since I talk to speak about her anymore.

Wynn said, adjusting his jacket, and walking over to the front door that Benjamin was holding open. “You are truly an all-rounder,” Prince Deacon complimented Benjamin, that was currently a doorman, but most of the time he was their butler. “Thank you, sir, I mean lord, Prince?” Benjamin stumbled over his titles for Prince Deacon. “Just lord, while we are here,” Prince Deacon said with a gentleman’s smile. “The lady that you pointed out as Emily has not yet gone over to Princess Bently’s residence,” Benjamin said. “So, I have noticed,” Prince Deacon said, the disappointment clear in his voice.

"Remove the rope on my hand, Denise! I can't kick you so what's the point of that?" "I'm just following orders, Queenie. I'm sorry, okay? You're good. I really like you. If I were to be given another life here, I would choose you as my friend." Denise dragged a chair across the floor. The sound grated on Jana's nerves. "I'm really sorry…"

There was a particularly nasty dream that I had on the night I turned eighteen. In that dream, there were four Benjamins and they had all fucked me so good, I had woken up with a delicious ache in my slit the next day. “Yes, and I know I shouldn't want you, Diana. You are Leah’s best friend. But I do, and it's driving me nuts,” Benjamin continued, a frustrated lilt to his voice, which I found hot. “I've never wanted anyone or anything like this before.” Although I could feel his warm finger tracing circles on my face, it still felt surreal to hear his confession.

LIAM’S POV “Sir, you have a visitor” Jonathan said. I looked up from my pile of work “who is it?” I asked. “Mr. Smith” he said. A frown covered my face “Simon is dead” Jonathan looked at me like he was staring at a complete, utter moron “Simon Smith had a father Liam, keep up” he said. “Oh” I dropped the document that I was revising and straightened up on my seat “let him in” I said.

Benjamin exhales a breath in defeat. “I have to go. My mate will be waking up soon.” “Oh...O-Okay… I'm glad you called me. I miss you!” His father said, and Benjamin squeezed his eyes closed as they filled with tears. His breath stuttered as he tried not to cry. “I miss you too! Bye.” “Goodbye, son.”

“I …I am not the right one for you. We are like the sky and earth…. Between us, there is no future, and I don’t want to complicate my life. I don’t want to hurt you. Please let me be!” Ben held her hands and kissed them gently before raising his head “How can you decide we are not right without even giving me a chance? I don’t want anything that you are not ready to give. I will happily wait for the day that you willingly accept me, if not in this lifetime, then the next… I will wait, but you can’t deny me that right, right? I have even happily accepted my position as your closet lover. When have I, Benjamin Adalase ever been debased… Heh!” Ben had a self-mocking smile on his face “Are you g

Thinking this, she put her phone aside. At this moment, Benjamin, who was originally lying in bed recovering from his injuries, heard the sound from his phone. He squinted his eyes and picked it up to take a look. When he saw the friend request, he immediately sat up from the bed. The agent was startled, "What's gotten into you?" Benjamin kneel on the bed with his bare arms, his eyes burning as he said, "My goddess added me!" The agent really wanted to roll his eyes, looking at that groveling appearance, what popular idol? Just a complete fool!

"Benjamin, you're up next. You must avenge me!" Eldon gripped Benjamin's hand tightly as he made his plea. "Don't worry!" Benjamin nodded firmly. Before Mabel could say anything, Benjamin charged toward the stage, shouting, "Youngsters these days lack integrity and show no respect for the elderly! I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Woody kindly reminded again, "His weak spot is on the right rib..." "Mind your own business, if you keep quiet, no one would mistake you for a mute!" Benjamin also refused to accept Woody's advice, he dismissed it entirely.

"Well, I wasn't the one standing on your doorstep at 6:00 am in the morning." "Would you ever let me hear the last of this?" Benjamin grinned mischievously. “Never! How can I let go of such precious moments to be a pain in the ass for you." Slamming the yoghurt box he had taken from the fridge on the kitchen counter, he gritted his teeth. "Can you just go to hell, Ben!" Benjamin caressed his unavailable beards. “Would have thought about it but I am too saintlike to be there."