Gentle Ben Novel Novels & Stories

here I was drowning myself in self-pity. What was worse was the fact that my fiance had severely injured my mother over something that could have been handled by the authorities which now was something I could no longer use due to my fiance being the center of the damage control that was to take place if the police were to be involved. From floating on air to crashing face first into the sidewalk of misfortune I found myself lost/confused and hurt beyond measure from all of those I once held close to my heart. I felt alone and confused about what I should do next with José, would I forgive him for what he has done? Could I ever forgive her or him...was I capable of being sympathetic to eith

Glenda opened the door to the room and gestured politely “This way.” She smiled seductively at Ben and brushed lightly against his arms with her twin peaks as he passed her. She pretended it to be unintentional and had a bashful expression as she looked at him raising her long lashes with her head lowered. Ben ignored her and stood to the side of the U-shaped sofa in a gentlemanly manner for Dana to take a seat. Dana ignored the interaction between the two and sat down. Ben walked to the other side and sat down before asking “Hazelnut skim latte?”

Told her how much he meant to her and killed himself right in front of her. ‘The world of the rich is truly messed up.’ I told Nova while I recollected the scenes I’ve read from the novel. The food arrived with the girl who had her gaze focused on Ben. She messed up Natalie and my order but got Ben’s perfectly. She had to go back to the kitchen and replace our food. She quickly went back to us with our right food. “Do you need anything else, sir?” She ignored us completely. “No, thank you.” Ben didn’t even look at her and he dismissed her. I looked at the food in front of me and salivated. Having a sweet tooth is the most prominent similarity Yvonne and I had, I would never exchange sweets f

He wondered if she was indeed out but decided to take the time to look through the place, the girl was rich and everything in the house was proof of that, from the shining marble floors to the fancy furniture, however he couldn't help wonder how the entire house was dark, the theme color was basically black and for a nice person, or someone who pretended to be nice, that was weird, Ben also wondered where all her servants had gone, he didn't want to take any chances so he pulled out his gun as he headed up the stairs, The house was still deadly silent even on the last floor where he assumed her bedroom was, the only sound was that of his own footsteps, He was about to open the

“She was kind enough to show me the way out after I got lost.” “It's very nice to meet you, Lena.” Ben was pure professionalism and politeness as he extended his hand in greeting. His grip was just as strong as Aiden's but it didn't inspire the same breathless flutter in my chest. He released me and glared at Aiden. “We need to get going. We're going to be late.”

The sound of tapping steps on the stairs down the mezzanine became the focus of the two, Ben approaching Angga with a thick hardback book. "Tell Resti, there's no need to turn this over. I have the old version." Ben placed the object that was the purpose of Angga's arrival on the man's head while chuckling. Angga would have caught the book Ben had given him before it fell, suggesting a closeness between them that Maureen had never seen. Perhaps Ben did get along easily with anyone. "Still avoiding my sister?" An ambiguous sentence was uttered from Angga. Curious, Maureen approached the two men who felt at home chatting near the open door leaf. She wanted to know more about Ben's life.

There was a long silence between the veteran and the rookie. Mr. Ben smiled at her. “I am sure you already have some possible answers inside your head.” He said with his gentle voice as he went to sit down in his chair. Hestia’s brows furrowed, digging inside her mind, thinking and trying to remember the possible answers she came up with on the way to Mrr. Ben’s Office. and indeed, inside her mind were a few bullet points of answers she could come up with.

“Ben, this is my mother and your grandmother. You can call her granny or grams. Go on, say hello to her.” Ben looks hesitant at first but after my explanation, walks confidently to my mom and stretches his hand with his bright, charming young man grin. “Hello, granny! I’m Benjamin Marcus West. Ben, for short.” My mom stares dazedly at him and, instead of shaking his hand, brings him into a hug and pecks his cheek affectionately. My little demon has that charm that makes all the ladies fall for him, just like his daddy. My mom is reluctant to let him go and understanding an old woman’s wish, Ben respects her and stays with her, sitting on her lap as she hugs him to her heart’s content.

"You can't save everyone Ben. Maybe you can give these two a happy, comfortable place to live and get them the help they need but what about the next damaged souls you meet. You are such a good man but you are going to have to protect your heart as you are stretching yourself too thin. We need to get you home." Ben nodded then braced himself as he heard the giggles returning. Flattering silk blouses and sophisticated slacks with reasonably high heeled shoes. They were used to the extreme stilettos of five or six inches so these felt a little odd to them but they couldn't deny they liked the new look. Ben stood up and collected two pairs of shades. He walked over and slipped them on their fac

"She melted against him, her hands gripping his jacket while his other hand slowly slid her back, pressing her against the cold brick wall. His touch was confident, and she arched into him, surrendering to the moment. Her dress hiked up, the fabric sliding to her waist, as his fingers slowly traced the bare skin of her steamy thigh, his touch was ungently rough as she shivered at the touch." Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was a new sensation, one she had never experienced. She sat on the floor of her new house, the dust motes dancing in the sunbeams, and read the words as if they were a spell. Then Pinky's eyes widened as she read the "ungently rough." It was as Pi