New Benten Novels & Stories

Whatever! 'BUT THIS CAR IS AWESOME! I AM GOING SHOPPING WITH A MAID THAT CARRIES A GUN AND A BODYGUARD CHAUFFEUR IN A NEWLY RELEASED, FULLY BULLETPROOFED BENTLY! FUCK THAT SHIT! THIS IS THE LIFE!' Ben was going mad with excitement in his mind.

Curl said, still staring at the butterfly, eagerly expecting an answer. "It can't even hear your blaabing" "Huh, who is that" Curl got up from his bed, eyes turned blue, ears stretching, and ponytail roaming around, until a figure got down from above "Little Ben" he said raising his eyebrows in style, with a wink. "If it isn't little Ben" Curl said, getting back to his bed. "Nobody else." Little Ben added. "You just interrupted my discussion with the butterfly, I was just near, just near, now it's gone, who knows when next it will come back. " Said Curl frustratingly.

It was as if the air itself was encouraging her, urging her to go further. Thunder and lightning were next. Marissa closed her eyes, focusing on the energy in the atmosphere. She could feel the static electricity crackling around her fingertips. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a bolt of lightning, watching it dance through the sky before crashing down with a deafening roar. The power was exhilarating, and she reveled in the thrill of it, knowing that each strike made her stronger.

Sometimes I forget Ben isn’t just my Ben and he is like the richest person ever. The cold air in the room hit me the moment we walked into our resort. The apartment is far more impeccable than it looks in pictures; everything is sparkling clean, just like Ben the germophobe would want it. I go straight into my—our room and start unboxing my things. Ben comes in shortly after, restless like he doesn’t plan to stay, but he doesn’t say anything. “I’m listening, Bentley,” I say. His eyes widen and his cheeks flush softly. He likes it when I call him Bentley.

I said softly, running my fingers through his fur as I stood back up. "Morning," Bento replied, his tone playful. He looked up from the counter with a cheeky grin. "You doing okay today?" I shot him a look, choosing not to answer. "Just fine, thanks," I replied, reaching for a cup of coffee. Steph chuckled. "Uh-huh, right." She waved her hand dismissively. "We’re all going to need some energy for tomorrow. I can’t wait to celebrate." "Wait, tomorrow’s your birthday?" Bento feigned shock, raising an eyebrow. "No way! I thought that was ages away."

"We would be honored." The End

Alex Pov Jordan wiped a streak of my cum from his chin with his thumb and licked it off slowly, eyes locked on mine. We were both still on our knees on the cold locker room floor, cocks hard again already, breathing heavy in the steamy silence. “The bet’s not over,” he said, voice rough. “My dare this time. I want you to bend over that bench. Ass up. And I’m going to eat your ass while you describe every single thing you feel.”

“Let’s wait for Nathan Papa, please” “Benedict, something is going on with our baby girl. I felt that the minute my eyes landed on hers. I talked to her a few days ago and she told me she’s coming back in a few months and now few days later she is back, and she didn’t tell any of us about it” “Benedict, look at how sadly she is looking at us” I think she’s overreacting like she always does. “I know honey” not you too dad. Where the hell is Nathan anyway. He should get here before I get grilled alive by his parents.

Like something that had never needed to learn how bodies worked. "THE WEAVER SENDS GREETINGS." Its voice was not a voice. It was the sound of wind through empty spaces, of moonlight on still water, of things too old and too vast for words. It spoke directly into my mind, bypassing my ears entirely, and the sensation was so strange I nearly stumbled. "TO THE NEW PATTERN. TO THE LUNAR WOLF." "Luca." I said. "My name is Luca." A pause. The facets shifted, catching light from a thousand different angles.