Mal And Ben Novels & Stories

"Look, let's get one thing straight here. I don't know what went down between you and the asshole, and I really don't care. But if we're gonna dance this dance with each other, you're gonna have to stop comparing me to him. I doubt he'd even come close anyway, so it's a waste of time." Well, aren't we just full of ourselves this morning? Though she was pretty sure he was right. Paul, for all that he was a doctor while Kyle was most likely a member of some biker gang somewhere, was no match for this one in the manly man stakes. And what did he mean by that crack? 'If we're gonna dance this dance with each other?' Who asked you to?

one of the reasons we never were close was because- I looked in at him. Mal's dressed in a girl's cardigan, skinny jeans, a red band shirt from some band I don't know, converse, and his hair is long... pulled up in a man bun and black as night- his whole closet is nothing but dark colors. He had on dark circus clown make up- and all kinds of goth jewlery. Listen, I don't judge him... But we're completely different asthetics to be siblings. Is- is he wearing platform shoes? He is.

Though the attack seemed coordinated, everything happened incredibly fast. Felix and Benjamin worked together perfectly, so it took them just over ten seconds to finish off Malachar. Felix felt lucky. Without Francis' soul fragment and Benjamin's help, he would never have killed an S-tier Malevolent Phantom like Malachar. That was a close one. "Benjamin, we got him." Hearing Felix's voice, Benjamin, who had been fighting off exhaustion, smiled before passing out. Just then, the power rebound from the Mystical Explosive Orb surged through him.

But I know, I’m not the only one who noticed Benjamin’s awful facial expression. Mal is aware of it too, and by the looks of her, she’s enjoying this too much. “Okay fine Mr. Perv. You’re not guilty, you are innocent of watching that kind of live stream.” I know Benjamin is not convinced, because Mal sounds like she’s joking. “Right, we will keep it as a secret since were good friends Benj.” Ron joined Mal. Ron just chuckled as Benjamin's piercing stare fell on him. Yes, of course. This is a normal sight for me. Mal and Ron have a habit of teasing Benjamin, and Benjamin is the one who is always the target of their antics.

Her words sounded unconcerned, but the flat reaction on Ben's face showed that he didn't like Maureen discussing her bad past. “Just a story, when you want to try more with me.” Apparently Maureen hadn't given up yet. She needed a distraction after being humiliated. “Maureen..., don't justify other people's negative words in your head.” Ben moved closer, rubbing the surface of the skin under Maureen's eyes. “Do you agree with what Mr. Darren said earlier?” Ben's warm, caring gaze penetrated deeply. Without coercion, he led Maureen to agree with him. “It's not like that ....” Maureen wanted to explain about the strange problem of maleness that could never reach her pleasure hole.

SSHS 62 “At ease everyone, Mr. Ben and I are just visiting to see how the progress goes. Is there anything that the Occult club still needs to make this event turn into the reality of their vision?” Dean Malcolm stated. his gruff and deep tone of voice ringing and echoing throughout the theatre. With just his voice, it is evident how authoritative he is, and that he must be respected and obeyed. He is indeed the complete opposite of Mr. Ben who was ever so calm and soft, that people just tend to warm up and open up to him with ease.

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “What are you talking about?” I can’t seem to let go of him. A buzzing has started in my head again, but this time it isn’t painful, it’s a lightness. My arms a ripped off of Ben, and my wolf lets out a low growl. She does not appreciate being separated from her mate. “The two of you can f*ck later. I want to know what the hell is going on in our packs. ANd I want to know NOW!” Malcolm snarls.

I open my phone and found a new group chat created by Mikhail. Team Review 🏀🏀🏀 Mikhail (Ming): Good evening bro's Malachi (M): Were home bro's Kalle (Kyle): Good evening and good night bro's Pawell (Pha): Good to hear that, goodnight guys Bellus (Beau): Good night guys, see you next week Keithson (Kit): Good night guys. Thanks for the add

Did everyone know who she really was? No. Don't think about it Mal, he's only trying to get to you, if you fall you'll become his greatest trump card. I frown, this time he had managed to somehow get into my head and also annoy me. "Am sorry, but I am not anyone's vessel, but rather I am Malicay, a guy who wants to be happy and spend quality time with his wife and kids, and you can't change that. But I would be grateful to you for something, if you didn't make a deal with who ever, I would never had met my Becca once again, so thank you."

She does, breathing hard, dirt streaked across her cheek. “Ben,” I call, raising my voice. “You’re up.” Mala blinks. “Wait—what?” Ben steps into the ring with a grin that should be illegal. He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and throws her a wink that makes her scowl. “Oh, this’ll be fun,” he says, swaggering exaggeratedly. “You sure you’re ready for this, kid?” Mala bristles exactly like I knew she would. Perfect, my wolf purrs. Let her feel it. The doubt. The challenge.