Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]

“That’s it; spread those pretty thighs and show me what belongs to me now,” he growled against her ear, two thick fingers buried deep inside her. “Your ex’s godfather is about to ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else.” Sophia Bennett had no choice but to sign the contract. One year of total ownership. Her body. Her obedience. Her entire life surrendered to Alexander Kanethe, the cold, devastatingly powerful 47-year-old billionaire and godfather of the man who shattered her heart. What started as a desperate deal in his Manhattan penthouse quickly spirals into something darker and far more addictive. His rules are merciless. His touch is filthy and possessive. And the way this silver-fox billionaire looks at her makes her forget she was ever supposed to be temporary. He was meant to be her salvation. She was meant to be his revenge. But when obsession burns hotter than any contract, who truly owns who?

"Call me sir." He demanded."What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself?I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister!"Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.

In the glittering skyline of New York City, four women, all brilliant in finance, dominate the boardrooms by day—but their personal lives are a battlefield. Each is navigating heartbreak, failed relationships, and the challenge of maintaining their faith in a city that never sleeps and rarely forgives. Main Characters: Amara Bennett – The fearless hedge fund manager whose sharp mind earns billions for investors but whose heart has been closed off since a devastating betrayal. She’s fiercely loyal to her friends but struggles to trust God with her life and love. Lila Torres – A venture capitalist with a magnetic personality. She’s a hopeless romantic, constantly falling for the wrong men, yet she’s the glue that keeps the friend group together. Sienna Clarke – An investment banker who hides vulnerability behind power suits and deadlines. She’s questioning her purpose beyond money, wealth, and societal approval. Talia Reese – A fintech entrepreneur known for her cutting-edge ideas. Spirituality is a quiet whisper in her life; she struggles to balance ambition with inner peace.

After my drill instructor husband, Vincent Bennett, returns home from a business trip and gives me an intense "punishment session," I collapse onto the bed and start scrolling through my phone. That is when I come across a trending local post. "My boyfriend is cheating on me, and I am about to catch him in the act! Anyone in this city wants to come with me and catch him with his mistress?" The comments below are full of people egging her on. "Where? Hurry and drop the address! I am bringing my toilet plunger to beat that scumbag!" "Kitchen knife ready. Miss, I am with you. We'll chop up that homewrecker first!" I am instantly excited. If I were not so exhausted, I would want to join the drama too. Just as I am thinking that, the poster uploads the address. I tap it open. In the next moment, I freeze. Unit 1203 of Building C, Jarmond Heights. Isn't that my address?

"Sorry, but I can't wait any longer, baby. I need to fuck you right now and I am going to do it right here". Her outfit had a zipper that went all the way down between her legs, making it possible for him to unzip it from the bottom and upwards, getting access to her pussy without taking it off, and she wondered if he had planned this. "Baby those damn leggings are in the way, so you can either take off all your clothes or I’ll rip them to pieces". He whispered against her neck, after zipping her outfit open at the crotch. She had already been turned on from the vibrations and being so close to him, but his voice made her go crazy. "Please just rip them, I want you". He smiled at her, grabbing her leggings on both sides of the seam, splitting the crotch open with one hard pull, making her gasp. Amelia isn’t picky, she just knows what she wants and doesn’t want in a man, which is why she had only one boyfriend, that he turned out to be a cheating bastard hasn’t helped. Until she meets mister right, sweet, handsome, a model and singer and a werewolf. Connor Edon is an Alpha, but spends most of his time away from the pack, as a celebrity, letting his twin brother Weston be Alpha while he sends home the money needed. He had not expected to ever meet his mate, and definitely not in the form of a blonde Danish girl he runs into on a holiday. Will Amelie be able to accept the truth about her lover and handle his sometimes dominating wolf behaviour ? And will the wild and Independent Alpha be able to settle with a human girl.

The dream was always the same. Transported to a dark, dank room with no means of escape. The growls and glowing eyes of the creature that lurked within it's shadowy walls coming ever closer, fear gripping her insides until she woke up, drenched in her own sweat and tears. They were the same, never changing or at least they were. Having caught the attention of the future alpha of the Bloodrose pack, Brodie Bennett, Talia Christie's nightmares began to change, to evolve. She had always been a loner, never wanting or needing to seek out friendships from those in the pack that had adopted her at a young age. Talia loved her parents, the ones that took her in but she longed for the day she would finally be able to leave and find her rightful place in the world. With her 18th birthday approaching, Talia is discovering where she came from and that she is not like ordinary wolves. Can Brodie's love give her the strength to fight her nightmare, come to life? Or will she perish with everyone else around her?

Ken Hale never wanted a wife. Especially not the shy, clueless girl chosen for him. But when his grandfather threatens to strip him of everything—his company, his wealth, his legacy—Ken is forced to marry Riley Bennett, the quiet girl whose father once saved the old man’s life. To Ken, it is a cage. To Riley, it is a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. Their wedding is cold and painful and filled with endurance. Ken doesn’t hide his disappointment and dislike. Riley doesn’t hide her fear. But marriage changes them both. Riley begins to grow—slowly at first, then fiercely. The naive girl he thought he could ignore becomes confident, graceful, and unexpectedly magnetic. And Ken, the man who never wanted her, finds himself drawn to the woman she is becoming. Their story becomes a battle between who they were… and who they must become to survive this marriage. Will Riley rise strong enough to stand beside a man like Ken? Or will Ken fall for the woman he once rejected?

For Tracy Bennett, her date was supposed to be sweet with the man she thought was her forever. Instead, she found him cheating on her with her best friend in the hotel where they had planned to meet. Heartbroken and furious, Tracy stormed out, blinded by tears and anger, only to collide with a stranger. A tall, handsome man whose smirk made her blood boil. That man was Nick White, the wealthy billionaire who had just been appointed CEO of Haven Enterprises, where Tracy worked. She wanted to forget their brief encounter, but fate had other plans. The next day, Tracy discovered that Nick wasn’t just an ordinary stranger, he was her boss with a personal vendetta, and he wasn’t shy about using his power. Charmingly ruthless, Nick made her an offer she couldn’t resist: submit to his whims and seize the chance to get back at those who had wronged her so badly, or risk losing the career she had spent years building.

My computer suddenly froze. The next second, my sister, Josie Bennett, appeared on the screen, covered in blood. Her face was white with terror as she screamed, “Nina, help me!” I looked at the pack of entities behind her, and my heart lurched. How had she gotten into a horror game? And an S-rank instance, no less. I had no time to think. I teleported in immediately. The moment I arrived, I saw a girl stomping on Josie, yanking her hair as she looked down at her with smug contempt. “You little brat. Still trying to call for help? Do you even know whose turf this is? Once you cross me, nobody can save you.” The players beside her quickly chimed in. “Exactly. Winnie is the woman of the top guy in this game. If you want to make it out alive, you’d better learn your place.” I stopped in my tracks, stunned. The top guy’s woman? Wasn’t I the final boss of this horror game?