Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

In the principal's office.... * The land line in the room rang and Mr Bennett looked at it from his glass. He drop his glass he was holding on the table then grab the phone. "Hello"he said strictly. "This is Mr Longworth ,Am I speaking with the principal of Hamilton's high ?" Bennett eyes beamed with smiles on hearing his name. For real? He's .... he's speaking with Longworth? '"Y..es sir "he quickly replied.

"Who is this? Why is she here?" The woman smiled saccharinely. "She’s a girl from the kindergarten who offended our son. We're just teaching her some humility." Bennett’s disdain was visceral. Looking at Madison was like looking at a ghost of Avery as a pup. It stirred memories of the night he had framed Hudson and caused Avery’s exile—memories he had buried under piles of stolen wealth and bitter resentment. His life was a failure. He had run the Montgomery Group into the ground, and now he was hiding in this hole while Avery was thriving in the trade markets.

“Haha, a bird, you say? Jenny's face immediately turned red, but before she could explode, Mr. Bennet tapped his finger on the table. “Enough. Your grandfather has arrived." Instantly, the previously heated atmosphere in the room suddenly cooled to freezing point. Everyone stood up in unison. Grant Bennett, the owner of Bennez Airlines, stepped into the dining room. Although his face and neck were covered in wrinkles and his hair had turned completely white, his demeanor remained razor-sharp. His gray eyes seemed to pierce the ribs of anyone he looked at. He was about to head to his seat in the middle of the table, but stopped in his tracks. He turned, walking slowly until he was standing di

The officer, a stern figure of authority, made his announcement. “Officer Mila, you are dismissed,” the Deputy commanded with an air of finality. She responded with a curt nod, her face impassive, and promptly exited the room. The Deputy Chief then turned his gaze towards me, his eyes softening slightly as he said, “Please take a seat, Miss Stassie.” I hesitated for a moment before complying, my heart pounding in my chest as I took a seat next to the man who introduced himself with a warm smile. “Hello, Miss Stassie. I am Marcus, Mrs. Bennett’s attorney. I’ve been diligently working on your case.”

It seemed like a cold breeze had swept by. "Stop messing around." The girl swatted the hand off her shoulder and turned around to face a pair of eerily calm eyes. She was immediately frightened and shrieked, "M-Mr. Miles!" Everyone saw Bennett walking in, flanked by two rows of bodyguards in black suits. His gaze was cold while he glared at them. Everyone was terrified. "Mr. Miles, we don't know anything–" Bennett couldn't help but laugh bitterly. He had been gone for just a month, and now his employees dared to gossip about his private life in front of him?

After all, I'm indebted to this old woman **** I got home thanks to Nana personal chauffeur. She always lend me her chauffeur, Sir Bernard as I fondly call him whenever I visit her. Sir Bernard kept giving me worried glances through the rear mirror all through the ride. I guess he noticed I wasn't in a good mood as I was always chatty whenever he drives me home. I'm grateful he didn't ask questions. I'll remember to apologise next time My eyes hones on my mom dancing figure when I entered the house. She was mixing something in her mixer. I'm sure she's trying a new recipe again

he said, "what about me?" Mr. Hill, returning to the present, chuckled. "Ah, Jonathan," he said, his eyes twinkling. "You my friend, are on a mission of utmost importance. Go to a boutique nearby, find the most beautiful dress you can imagine, and deliver it to my penthouse to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He then asked for a pen and an empty sticker note. When he was given, he scribbled down some words on the empty note and gave Jonathan, “Do not open this note under any circumstances, just get the dress, and deliver it to my penthouse. You got that?”

Wine was working. Marcus smirked. " You just called me Mr Perfect and now you dare to suggest I have a bad side of character? That is an insult." " Accept my sincere apology," I bowed my head, mocking him. Marcus giggled and leaned forward slightly. " I am very protective of what is mine. Almost possessive." He looked at me with hungry eyes, and I shivered. " It is getting late. I should be going to bed," I said, placing my glass on the coffee table.

The early morning light filtered through the towering windows of the Langston Enterprises building, casting long golden beams over Bella’s desk. The city skyline loomed beyond, a reminder of the immense stakes they were all playing for. Bella sipped her second cup of coffee, the caffeine doing little to calm her racing thoughts. She had spent the better part of the last week combing through the remnants of Monica Tate’s dealings, searching for a thread to unravel the web of deceit. It had become an obsession—a way to distract herself from the turmoil in her personal life while contributing something tangible to Adrian’s fight.

"The rules are simple. No violence, no weapons, and we are all here to talk like civilized men." "So, let the meeting commence." With that, he sat down as the men all remained silent for a moment. After a minute, a young and fresh face stood up, clad in a navy blue suit and a piece of paper laid out before him. "Boss, if I may?" The young man inquired as he turned toward Arcangelo, addressing him with a thick Irish accent and a bowed head. With a nod, the man straightened and took a look around at the men. "Good morning gentleman. I am Arthur Sutton of the Ireland Mafia and I am here to address the matter of the alliance breach by the Japanese Mafia."