Gentle Ben Novel Novels & Stories

The soft glow from the lamp made the space feel safe, almost like a place where nothing outside could reach us. Ben entered after me and closed the door behind us. The quiet click of the door shutting made my heart beat slightly faster. For a moment, neither of us said anything. Then Ben moved closer. The serious expression he had worn earlier softened as he looked at me. “You handled Vanessa well,” he said gently. I let out a tired breath. “I don’t feel like I did,” I admitted. Ben shook his head slightly. “You did.” He gestured toward the bed. “Sit down.”

Goodbye Ben. Jenny *********************** Ben finished reading Jenny's message. He was stunned and wanted to be angry. His cock, however, didn't feel any of those emotions. It was hard as a rock. Ben grabbed the framed picture of Jenny's innocent face smiling at him and laid it flat on the desk. He pulled out his cock. Two minutes later he splattered her face with a huge load of cum. After satisfying the demands of his cock, Ben was able to concentrate on how to respond to Jenny's letter. He decided revenge would be the best medicine. He sat down at the computer to type.

Any other wife would have thrown a tantrum at that. However, Grace hadn't. She had been gentle and obedient, indulgent of his every whim. He had never expected her to leave him so suddenly and determinedly. She hadn't even taken her wedding ring with her. Benjamin turned the ring around in his hand, frowning. Gentle and obedient, or determined. What was she really like? When the plane touched down at Darai, Benjamin headed to the offices of Donegan Enterprises. Once he reached, he went straight to the president's office.

Clar ignored the lingering gaze of the stranger behind her. Leaving the front door wide open, she collapsed right next to Ben, desperately trying to melt the deathly chill of his paws with her own warm hands. “Ben... please open your eyes. Look at me, okay?” Great Beast God, isn't Ben a fated male lead? Isn't he supposed to turn every disaster into a blessing? How could a simple trip outside leave him like this? From the brutal marks covering Ben’s body, it was clear he hadn’t stood a single chance to fight back. Not a single patch of flesh remained unmarred, and even his beast-skin skirt was thoroughly drenched in dark blood.

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.

It only got worse when her helper came from the back at the sound of the bells jingling over the door; it was as if I wasn't there. "Hello, welcome to Pitter Patter Pet store; I'm Gracey; how can I help you?" Gracey was a brunette with a chest that even I envied and tattoos up her arms and across her chest, fully displayed in the tank top she barely wore, with jeans that I was almost certain had been painted on. I felt two feet tall when she turned all her attention on Gabriel.

She would have had a field day with the thought of me doing something as girly as fussing over the pleats, spinning around to see how it looked, complaining about the color being too soft. And my chest aches all over again, knowing she won’t. “We should get her dressed soon,” Ben says gently, breaking the moment. I nod, gripping the fabric tighter. We move through the house quietly, the atmosphere thick with unspoken grief. I clutch the dress to my chest like a talisman. Ben walks beside me, silent and reassuring. It’s a small comfort, but enough to keep me upright. When we reach our new home, the kitchen smells faintly of herbs and bread. Ben motions toward the table, where a small dinner i

I really hope my plan works. 5. Go to Ben’s, take my money and the bus ticket I bought earlier, and say goodbye to Ben. I had bought him a gift. About a week ago, I was walking from school to work when I suddenly stopped at the bookstore window. There was a statue of a female wolf with smooth, dark fur and dark brown eyes, sitting and watching something in front of her with interest. I couldn’t quite understand why it seemed like the perfect gift for Ben, but it just felt right. Fortunately, the statue wasn’t particularly expensive, so I was able to buy it for Ben.

Sometimes I forget Ben isn’t just my Ben and he is like the richest person ever. The cold air in the room hit me the moment we walked into our resort. The apartment is far more impeccable than it looks in pictures; everything is sparkling clean, just like Ben the germophobe would want it. I go straight into my—our room and start unboxing my things. Ben comes in shortly after, restless like he doesn’t plan to stay, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m listening, Bentley,” I say. His eyes widen and his cheeks flush softly. He likes it when I call him Bentley.

“You terrify me. And yet…” “You’re drawn to me.” His voice dropped lower. “Even though you don’t want to be.” I nodded. “So am I,” he said. My breath stuttered. He was close now. Closer than he’d ever been. His hand brushed mine, fingers rough with calluses but gentle as they slipped between my own. He raised my knuckles to his lips but didn’t kiss them—just breathed against them. “I won’t hurt you,” he said quietly. “Even if you never want me near you again.”