Gentle Ben Novel Novels & Stories

Gabriel stood beside the car with a trench coat draped over his arm. He stepped forward and gently placed it over my shoulders. I turned back to look at the courthouse and gave it a small nod. "It's over." "Then, shouldn't we talk about what comes next?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" "For example… considering becoming Mrs. York not only in name?" He slipped a velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. My eyes promptly fell on a pink diamond ring nestled inside.

It was a menacing look, but also comforting or maybe protective. Speaking of protective, I think Ben came along to make sure I was never alone with one of the Dark Moon guys and he grumbled about Bennet buying me a gift the whole walk back to the packhouse. I may need to have a real talk with him. Our final morning is bittersweet. I have really enjoyed a majority of my time here. Greta and the kids have been a wonderfully surprising distraction. The rumors clearly didn’t get everything right. Bennet and Danny meet us at the SUV’s as we finish packing up. Rayna hugs them both, mumbling something about her brother being a workaholic.

Elias was propped up in bed, reading a dog-eared paperback by the light of a small lamp. He looked up, his eyes meeting mine, and there it was—that flicker. "Evening, Nurse Milka," he greeted, his voice low and gravelly from disuse. He set the book down on his lap. I smiled. "Good evening, Mr. Grant," I replied, trying to keep my tone professional, but I smiled a little wider than necessary. "How are you doing today?" "I'm okay. Recovering, thanks to you." I crossed the room, my hips swaying just a touch more than they needed to. 'Recovering, thanks to you.’

Which he already had. “Can I get you anything?” I asked. “Maybe some coffee? Or some water?” “No need,” he said. “Don’t bother yourself.” I nodded and sat back down. When I checked the clock, it was ten minutes to eleven. Where had the time gone? As I picked up my book again to continue my reading, Marcus spoke. “So… what are you reading?” I raised the book slightly waving it for him to see. “A novel.” He chuckled. “I figured. What’s the title?”

you have a name. "My name . . ." Ben started. He looked confused. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a set of dog-tags. "My name," he whispered, staring at the little pieces of metal in his hand. He kept staring, but there was something missing in his eyes. Jane noticed that he wasn't coughing anymore. He wasn't coughing because he wasn't breathing. Tears crept out of the corners of Jane's eyes. She reached out and closed Ben's eyes, then turned the tags towards the street lamp.

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Beatrice coughed, getting the attention of Ben, who was listening to what Vanessa was saying to him and staring at the tab in her hands. Vanessa lifted her face from the tab and frowned at the sight of Beatrice. Ben smirked and leaned on his seat, clamping his hands together as he stared at Beatrice. “Morning, Miss. Coleman,” Ben greeted. “Here's your coffee,” Beatrice announced, trying to ignore the fact of how strikingly handsome Ben looked in the Navy-blue suit he was wearing. “He had his coffee already,” Vanessa stopped Beatrice as she was about to drop Ben's coffee on the table.

“Morning, Ben greets me with a smile as soon as he sees me. “Someone is in a good mood.” “Why are you smiling?” I walked up to him barefoot on the tile.” Ben's short, short, slime, and soft-looking with curly blond hair. “He doesn't answer, just blushes and looks away. I grabbed my plate and sat on the other side of the table. “Scrambled eggs, sausage, green salad with olive, toast, and espresso. Perfect. I started eating and waited for his answer, but I guess he's keeping it to himself. Maybe it's personal.

When I pushed the door open, the faint aroma of soup drifted from the kitchen. The housekeeper turned around when she heard me and spoke with slight embarrassment. “Ma’am, Mr. Tennant ordered me to prepare this for Miss Fisher. Her hand is injured, and he has told me to go over and take care of her for the next few days.” Her gaze swept over the bandages covering my arm, and she hesitated. “Should I… leave you a bowl too?” I smiled, but the smile never reached my eyes. “No need.” Even the housekeeper knew to show concern for me. Yet, the man who had shared my bed for seven years didn’t offer a single word of care.

Lucy's eyes glittered as she saw the shelves that were packed with all sorts of weirdness. "Far out...!" she breathed. "Madam, you flatter me," Ben said and bowed with a self-satisfied smirk on his face, then turned to Ean and Justin. "Now, I believe you two had private matters to discuss, so here is the key to my apartment as arranged. In the meantime I shall acquaint myself with the little lady here and show her my store." Ean led Justin up the stairs to in silence. Ben's place was a cozy two-bedroom apartment; simple and comfortable furniture in dark colors and very few decorations except for some framed 70's movie posters like "Dog Day Afternoon", "Get Carter" and "Taxi Driver".