Gentle Ben Novel Novels & Stories

“Let’s finish what Raymond started. Just… backwards.” Kane laughed under his breath, rising to his feet. “Pack light.” “We always do.” He grabbed the gun off the counter. I slid mine into my holster. The silence between us wasn’t heavy anymore. It was full. Of resolve. Of purpose. Of something that felt a lot like love in the middle of a battlefield. And maybe… that was enough to survive what came next. Kelly’s POV Gina walked beside me, arms folded tightly across her chest like armor. Her silence was louder than my thoughts — and God knew my head was a battlefield right now.

I looked up at him, stood on my toes, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "You've kissed me and held me already. Isn't it a little late to say that now?" His long fingers traced over my flushed cheeks. "Mabel, you're not getting away from me now." Our first time didn't even make it to the bed. The cold, hard wall dug painfully into my back, and I bit his neck in frustration. "Ambrose, do you even know how to be gentle?" His heated hands rested on my back, and his voice was low and restrained as he whispered in my ear, "Mabel, I'm sorry… I can't hold it back anymore."

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 22 Caleb's POV: Ken pushed the door open without knocking, his face already telling the story before his lips parted. He stood in the doorway for a second longer than necessary, shifting from one foot to the other, like a man who’d rather be anywhere but here. I looked up from my desk, the numbers on the spreadsheet blurring into one another. My morning coffee had gone cold. The sun hadn’t fully risen, and already the day felt heavy.

We would not forget. We would not fall. We would rise again. Afterward, when the flames died and the camp was quiet, Silas found me by the river. He didn’t say anything at first. Just sat beside me, our knees touching. I turned my head toward him. “I thought it would feel like triumph.” He looked at me, eyes tired but steady. “It does. Just not the kind the stories tell.” “No,” I said. “It feels like breathing again after being underwater too long. Like I’m finally allowed to feel everything—and none of it’s pretty.”

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The situation will allow me to stop the female and male protagonist from seeing each other. 'This should be alright.' Jana make a great deal of showing reluctance then giving in. "Fine. You should provide me the proof. I'll make an article and release it to the media directly." George smiled. "Then, you should give me your name, Bernice. Your real name." "Janella Hawks. But you can call me Jana." "Janella..." His smooth voice ran over the name. It tickled Jana's ears. 'Be still, my heart. That's not my name, why am I even flustered all of a sudden?'

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And then I can go home and see Zandra. Benjamin Novo is anything but discrete, but I knew that the second I laid eyes on him. Where I instruct my brothers to dress modestly to avoid detection, Benjamin doesn’t subscribe to the same line of thinking. Everything about him screams the stereotypical image of a gangster you’d see in the movies or on TV. Several thick chains around his stubby neck, gaudy bejeweled rings on his sausage fingers, and even though it’s close to midnight, he’s wearing a pair of sunglasses. Talk about insufferable.

A lock on the front. She pulled out the key. Her hands were already warm. She put the key in the lock and turned it. The box opened. Inside wrapped in cloth folded with careful deliberate hands was a book. Small. Dark cover. Worn smooth at the corners from hands that had held it often. The same symbol from the necklace stamped into the leather. She lifted it out. Opened it. The first page had one line written at the top. Third of March. Grimwall is colder than I expected.

"NATHAN, NO!" ​Ben’s head snapped to the side, but he barely stumbled. He wiped a small bead of blood off his bottom lip with the back of his hand, his eyes flashing with a dark, terrifying thrill. ​"My turn," Ben whispered. ​Before Nathan could recover his stance, Ben stepped in with terrifying speed and Manhattan-bred precision. ​Ben hooked a vicious, heavy left straight into Nathan’s ribs. A horrible, wet crunch echoed through the quiet kitchen, followed by a choked, breathless scream from Nathan. Nathan doubled over in sheer agony, but Ben wasn't finished.