Gentle Ben Novel Novels & Stories

But my mamma tried her hardest to raise a gentleman in this dark world of organized crime. Halting, I turn around to meet her unsteady eyes, blinking more times than one has to. And without a word, take the suitcase from her, but her fingers catch between the handle and my hand. She gasps. The sound is not loud or dramatic. But it’s just enough to make me pause. Her skin is soft. Too soft, and warm. And for a second, she doesn’t pull away. Then she does with a jolt. Like I burned her.

Damien had bought it years ago under a fake name, a secret even his father didn’t know. Or so he claimed. The air inside smelled faintly of cedar and dust. There were no windows in the back rooms, no cameras, no connections. Just silence. For the first time in days, I exhaled. Damien collapsed onto the couch, wincing. “You know, for someone who swore off revenge, you’re getting good at it.” I smiled faintly. “Guess I learned from the best.” He looked up, eyes soft. “Elara…” But whatever he was about to say was drowned by the sharp ping of my phone.

I wanted to let him touch me, but something in me felt afraid. "Use my arm as a pillow," he said. I laughed and rolled over, and he rolled next to me, putting his arm under my neck. We kissed, softly, and his hand ventured back south. It traveled down my cleavage, inside my bra, lightly touching my breast for a moment, before venturing further south. He was so gentle, and eager to please. I took a deep breath and let him explore.

Zero helplessness lingered in them, which he had seen in her that day, sitting in front of him. “Greed can make a person do anything. From feeding you dirt to taking away your sanity when your family is already corrupt. What kind of good things do you expect from them? By the way, I don't mind having you as my girlfriend out of respect,” Benjamin offered to Julia and moved his hands forward, which Julia thought was about to touch her ear, so she moved away from where she was standing. However, she found him to get the drink from the counter. “Drink!” Benjamin showed her glass and chuckled.

"Summer, I heard that there was an explosion at your house. Your dad’s body hasn't been found, even now. Plath Corporation is in a mess. The company is in chaos. You offended Samson because of Jasper. Why don't you just follow me? I will help you get Miller Corporation...." "Look, here’s a toad wanting to eat swan meat," Ben sneered. "Don't say that. The toads will be offended." Summer added and sounded as if she was giving him a lecture. Ben could not help but laugh. His aloof expression instantly vanished. He looked at Summer. Ben’s hand was in her hand. He had been originally unwilling to let her hold his hand. Now, he slowly clenched it into a fist. "Let’s call the shopaholic grandma ove

Footsteps interrupted my thoughts as I stared at Ben who was panting with a bucket full of the spicy chicken and his other hand holding his briefcase. “Babe.” Ben said as he kissed my cheek before he placed the chicken on the table and stared at the table. “You made my favourites… Am I safe?” Ben asked as he pulled off his tie. “I thought you needed a little love.” I replied as Ben smiled before he raised his hand. “I’ll be quick to shower.” Ben said as he walked away but not before my nose caught a sweet scent. It smells like a woman’s perfume. I opened the spicy chicken, shrugging as I opened the box before I started eating it. It was spicy but it wasn’t so hot I was turning red but the ch

Glancing at her small hand which was so white that even the vessels could be seen clearly, Benjamin smiled slightly. The assistant opened his eyes wide in surprise. Did Benjamin get possessed by something that day? Why was he so strange? He didn't like to be too close to others. Except for his two good friends, he had never treated others so intimately. Moreover, it was said that he was a gay... But at this moment! The girl grabbed his hand, but he didn't shake it off with an unhappy face. Instead, he smiled? "Look! Am I right?" Evelyn pointed to the car and said, "There is no trace at all!"

A door at the rear led to what looked like a private suite, complete with a king-sized bed and an en-suite bathroom. A small library nook was stocked with leather-bound books and a state-of-the-art entertainment system. Ben really loved his books. Ben's wealth was staggering, and I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets he kept hidden behind his polished facade. "Comfortable?" Ben asked, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. I nodded, feeling a mix of emotions: awe, unease, and a growing sense of dependence on this enigmatic man. As the stewardess returned with our drinks, I raised my glass, the champagne bubbling like my thoughts. "To Tokyo," I said, my voice barely above a w

“You act tough, but we both know you’re too soft-hearted for that.” Jamie glared at him but finally relented with an annoyed huff. “Fine, come in. But make it quick.” Ben stepped inside, the faintest trace of a smirk playing on his lips. Jamie, still clutching her towel tightly, accepted the suitcase, her hand brushing his for the briefest moment. His warmth startled her, and she stiffened instinctively. “I’ve got it now. You can go,” she said quickly, hoping to shoo him out. Ben arched an eyebrow, his voice laced with amusement. “And leave without a proper thank-you? That doesn’t seem fair.”

But then, Ben continues. “God, he’s such a coward,” Ben murmurs, looking again in the direction that Wright and Perry walked, though we can’t see them anymore. “No way he’d come over to say a damn thing to you when Rafe or Jackson was around. But the moment he finds you relatively alone, he’s all tough.” I scowl a little as I realize the truth in his words. “What a worthless, bitter little man,” I murmur, shaking my head. “And Gibson,” Ben says, turning back to me with raised eyebrows. “I mean, did you know that he made it through?”