Oliver & Benji Novels & Stories

Silva hurried Tracy and Olivia to leave soon, she didn't want to run into Tobias at all. ..... Tobias came back in the evening after a long day in the pack with Rafaele and Jax. "How did you spend your day?" he asked Benji. Benji shrugged, "here and there, I didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable" Tobias sighed, this was Benji's habit. He would be on an annoying streak for months, weeks or days and then slip into a depressive mode. Tobias ruffled his hair and kept quiet. "I saw lady Rosalie today" Benji disclosed.

Shonda asked, her smile making her words dance. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, did I?" He grinned at Shonda. "My name is Benjamin Lively, but you lovely ladies can call me Benji. Everyone else does." "Benji?" Shonda's head whipped around and she clasped Dixie's hand under the table. "A friend told me you ladies like stories and I've got a story I'd like to share with you. It's about a boy and a girl who grew up together." Dixie couldn't breathe. No, Benji wasn't looking at her. He was addressing the room, looking each woman in the eye, but she knew he was talking to her. About her.

he barked, Almost immediately, five men charged in and leading them was Ollie. Benjamin didn't want to do this inside the dining room, so he had made Ollie stand outside while he went inside and made Maxwell come out. However that plan didn't work and Ollie had to come in. Ollie's eyes landed on Maxwell and a slow, predatory grin spread across his face as he cracked his knuckles. “Well, well,” Ollie rumbled. “Is this the guy, Benjamin? The one we've been looking for?” “Yes. It is him.” Benjamin confirmed.

Harley nudged me in the ribs and muttered in my ear, “So is him being in a committed relationship with a perfectly nice girl that I like too much to step over to get to him.” This time I rolled my eyes outwardly. “She’s a devil, isn’t she?” A deep voice chimed in. I looked to my right to find Benji leaning against one of the guard rails. He had his arms crossed, which made all the muscles in his forearms stand to attention. I did my best to look into his eyes rather than admire the muscles—but the eyes were just as alluring as his physique. “She can be,” I said softly. He chuckled and stroked his chin. I liked how the sound sort of bubbled up in his chest and then rolled out of him; like a b

everyone said "Here," Dad said as he gave Oliver a glass of whiskey "Who are you? And why do Nick and I look like you," Oliver asked Dad "Oliver this is your father, Andrei," Daddy said "What?" He asked and looked at both Daddy and Dad "You're my, Nick, and Olive's father?" over asked "Yes," Dad said Oliver nodded his head and looked at me "You look fat," He said "Ouch asshole," I said after gasping "She's pregnant, ass," Alex said

I yawned, stretching. “We don’t have a lot of time, Armani,” a cold voice cut across the warm room. I pivoted the chair and took in the image of two other men in the room. They were both dressed in black but from what I could tell: one radiated this burst of energy coupled with the fuzzy smile on his face, the other had his hand shoved into his pockets, his eyes folded into nonchalant slits like he had somewhere else to be. “This is Oliver, and this is Benjamin,” Armani pointed from the energetic to the cold one.

"Good. Because I don't want to, and I wanna fill you up! Like push you up against a wall and make you moan my name. And I can go more than once too! By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me for so much more, and you'll be so sore that it'll be a miracle if you can walk! And after that, I'll take you into the bathroom and massage your back, then bring you back in here and-" "Oliver," I interrupt. He looks at me. "Can I have Bennet back now?" I ask as politely as I can. "Fine!" he huffs. He leans down and pecks my lips. His eyes shift from red to blue, and Bennet is back. "What did he do?" he asks worriedly. "Not much. We had a nice talk." "Did he talk about sex?" He asks. "Yeah," I

Then, with a teasing lilt, he added, “But if you get there safely, make sure to send me a detailed report on how you avoided all disasters along the way.” “Goodbye, Ryan,” I said, still chuckling as I ended the call before he could drag me into another ridiculous scenario. The next minute, another number flashed on my screen—a familiar one. Benjamin. My stomach twisted as I answered. “Hello?” “Olivia. It’s me, Benjamin.” “Oh, Ben. How’re you doing?” I asked, surprised to hear from him. “Well, knowing you’re doing well and that I’m following you to the Trench Bar makes me feel fine.”

OLIVIA JUNE They stood tall near our table, hands shoved into their pockets. The one in the middle locked eyes with me, his perfect smile revealing a set of white teeth that seemed to glint maliciously. 'Damn it, Olivia, your boyfriend is sitting next to you for crying out loud.' Their bodies were well-built and muscular. The girl on the left sneered. "Look at this. Look who we have here." "It seems what we did to your young sister wasn't enough, huh?" the guy beside the middle one mocked.

Oliver had managed to reach his assistant who because of Rio found out about his condition 2 years ago but had kept it a secret for him, so, he decided to trust him on it, but Ben felt like he was starting to regret it now because he’s always sent to clean up after Rio or Oliver cause trouble. “I mean…what did Rio even see in that crude girl by the way?” Ben let out an exasperated sigh but felt relieved they were slowly approaching his family home. He couldn’t believe Oliver ranted through the entire ride back to his house, complaining about ‘this Andrea girl’. Just why is he doing this to me? Ben thought wearing a look on his face after they pulled over and Oliver still kept going on about