Mister Bennett Novels & Stories

“So, it goes like this.” Bennett took a deep breath and slowly made his way to the landing on the second floor so that he could see everyone present. “I’m sure you all must be wondering why I organized such a grand party for my forty-sixth birthday. Why, I’m not even fifty years old yet!” “It’s because I had something important to announce.” The man took a deep breath and looked at the butler who was standing nearby. He immediately got the message, lowered a large screen, and used a projector to showcase a video.

A tall guy dressed in dark washed jeans and a black fleece jacket leans against the siding, a dark colored SUV running in the driveway. Tall guys in dark clothes would normally go on my "do not open the door" list, but I've never seen him before today. It's safe to say he's not from Mario and he's seen me considering I wasn't discreet about pulling back the curtain to peek outside. "I'm Bennett. The boss man sent me." He holds up a red and white pizza box next to my spot at the window. He's either telling the truth, or he's the nicest robber in Pelican Bay. I open the door and he steps inside, the pizza box held out in front of him.

* James * When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistaken, and beside him a smaller, composed old woman, Julliane Dankworth, whose eyes scan me with a practiced cool. They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing.

And, sure enough, leaning against the side of the pack house, was Bennett. My insides curled up. Anger lashed through me, its force unfurling like the tail of a whip. He was so fucking smug; even the fact that he was leaning, his chin propped up on his folded hand, a tiny smile playing about his lips, made me want to throttle him. His tall, thin body was impeccably dressed in a suit, complete with a pocket watch dangling from his breast and a pocket square folded neatly on the other side. As he stepped towards us, I saw the red sole on the bottom of his somehow completely clean loafers. I glanced down at the mixture of dirt and fake blood smearing my own boots with a frown. “I’ve seen every

"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

" Crazy lady, before you shut the door in my face. I wanted to tell you that Mrs, Bennett is waiting for you downstairs." My eyes popped out of my eye socket out of horror. " Mrs, Bennett... Fuck me... No one will save me from this biddy woman." I mumble some words out. Mrs, Bennett aka the biddy. She is our landlord and she is the most miser person you have ever come across in your entire life. Everyone was scared of her in the neighborhood. She is like a lady don of the area and she is a scary-looking woman. And for me, she came as an angel of death because I haven't paid my four-month rent. I've been avoiding biddy for two months because each time we encounter each other she asked me for

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?”