Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

The man shook his head and then replied, “ No, I do not live in this town. I just come here at the end of every month to collect the rent from those who live here.” Levy pursed her lips before she once again asked him, “ Then do you know anything more about the woman who is called man-eater?” For a moment Mister Bennett looked confused as if not understanding why she was asking about that woman but then he took out his glasses and placed them on the bridge of his nose before saying, “ Pardon me but I cannot see things which are rather close in proximity.” His eyes flickered as he looked at her with a narrowed gaze before pursing his lips as he said, “ Now that

Isabel repeated her question, "Do you know anyone named Big Master around here?" "Okay, Big Master, CEO of the Midtown Group? What business do you have with him, Bennett?" He asked, looking at Bennett. Bennett explained, "I applied for an internship in the fashion department, but I need to meet with the CEO to schedule an interview." Mavis chuckled, "Well, you're in luck, Bennett. I am Big Master, the CEO of the Midtown Group. I must apologize, Isabel, but I was enjoying the charade, curious to see how far it would go." He said, giving a smile from the corner of his mouth. "Don't worry, I'll make up for keeping this for a while now. It's one of the things that shows you still love me despite

Barry mumbled, staring at the lady that was dancing along with some other ladies. Bennett turned to see the lady he was referring to and his eyes widened at the sight. "What the fuck?!" TBC

Madison quickly hugged his neck and said in a low voice, "Bennett, don't do like this, put me down." "Why will I be afraid of hugging my girlfriend?" Wearing his gold—rimmed glasses, Bennett curved his lips and smiled. Normally, he looked smart and capable, with a hint of gentleness. But at this time, he had turned into a powerful man. Madison was immediately bewitched by his smile.

"And you were brilliant today. Swear, I were so pleased to see you threaten those vultures; prettiest thing I ever watched. I grinned, and sat back in my chair. They had to be reminded they were handling a Montigue, not a desperate startup beggar to their dollars. I heard the sound of voices which I should rather have never heard again before he could answer. I tightened my jaw when I saw them. The Bennetts. They had to walk into our restaurant of all the restaurants in this city. The group was led by Mr. and Mrs. Bennett and followed by Liam who grinned each time his gaze fell on us. He was conceited as air. My stomach turned, not with nerves, but with irritation.

Bennett Melvis was the Divine Constabulary’s person-in-charge in Alaska. His role was equivalent to that of an office manager. Bennett was also the eldest son of the Divine Constabulary’s president, Geronimo Melvis. He was born to Geronimo and his first wife, Ruby Lamar. In reality, Bennett’s cultivation wasn’t weak either. He was a half-stepped Grandmaster.

Eva looked Bennett over more hungrily than I was expecting. Bennett somehow managed to flash her a charming grin as he bowed low. “Bennett Riccarton, Grocer Extraordinaire, at your service.” Eva’s blatant smile fell immediately. “You’re a grocer?” Even knowing Eva, I was shocked by the judgment she didn’t even bother trying to hide. To his credit, Bennett pretended not to notice. I would have to ask him for acting tips later. “Yes, ma’am. I’ve been delivering Alpha Nightshade’s groceries—”

"No, not yet anyway. Those are trash." His eyes widened a little. "Oh," was all he said. He didn't make further comments, and I appreciated his silence. After helping me drop off the box outside of the building, I thanked him again. "You're very welcome. It's wonderful to know my neighbor is such a lovely lady," he smiled warmly again and held his hand out. "My name is Bennett. Bennett Klein. Nice to meet you." If the building I lived in allowed him as a tenant, he must have gone through a strict background check and should be a safe person to be around.

Bennett, too. Fuck no! My eyes flashed to hers, and she shrugged as if she had just been busted. “Oh, hello, Mr. Bennett, times eight,” he remarked, snorting at his own joke. “You should wear name tags. It's difficult to tell you apart.” The young man grinned, giving a somewhat exaggerated wave as if killing eight birds with one stone.

We need money to use, funds on missions, to purchase some guns and other equipment. People around us looked at us and we just bowed as a sign of respect. I noticed that Magnus seemed confused about where we were going, so he stopped for a moment and asked an old woman who was sweeping outside her house. "May I ask a question?" Magnus excused himself, the old lady looked at us, "All right, what is it?" she questioned. Magnus took out a picture and showed it to the old woman. "Are you familiar with this person? Does he live here?" Magnus asked. "He lives near the seashore, together with the fishermen," the old woman replied so we were relieved to know that this man Mr.Bennet was still alive.