Razor And Bennett Novels & Stories

Azrael sighed and pinched my cheeks lightly with a charming smile. “Listen kid, mistakes happen, but when it happens again, it’s not a mistake. Bennett is a skank, a handsome one, but a skank who didn’t deserve you, knew it and hurt you. I can’t make any promises not to hurt you because we will fight. We disagree a lot and our personalities clash.” “That is true. You just stopped smoking and you don’t know how to arrange your things.”

Alaric and Genevieve had struck a blow to their power base that would echo for years to come. The engagement announcement had been a masterstroke—a brilliant maneuver that had put the final nail in the coffin of the Moretti dynasty. Alaric and Genevieve, the union of two families with wealth, power, and influence, had sealed the deal. Their alliance had silenced any remaining doubts from investors and board members who had been hesitant about the Bennetts’ stability. Now, it was clear: the Laurents and the Bennetts were a force to be reckoned with.

His slid up my back… pulling me closer, then lower, gripping my ass Pulling me flush against his hardness. My breath caught.. And then... A throat cleared. Again. We froze. Slowly pulling apart. Turning. Bennett. Standing there. Watching. “The police picked up Brittany and Bradley,” he said evenly. Relief hit me instantly. I smiled. But Zade, this time. Zade pulled me closer. Hand firm on my ass. Claiming. Territorial. And Bennett saw it. Oh… he saw it. The tension between them snapped tight.

It was as though my wind had torn his soul from his body and left it behind, useless. Enzo sagged against me. Almost immediately he straightened again. “Oh, my God,” he muttered, his muscles tensing, “everyone’s inside.” Bennett didn’t seem perturbed in any way. “Yes,” he said, “they are.” “Davin is hurt, and Dad, and Marls, and who knows what happened after–” “Scarlett,” Bennett cut him off, “I really do wish you luck. Putting up with your mate may yet be more work than taking care of Ryker. He is dense, is he not?”

Benjamin looked at her for a moment, then turned back and continued playing with Bennett, the two of them babbling and crawling around together. ”They never fight, no?” Carter asked as he watched them. ”Yeah,” Raven replied. ”There was this one time they were playing roughly. Bennett suddenly threw a ball at Benjamin, and he fell on his butt,” he said. ”He didn’t cry. He didn’t fight back. And then Bennett went to him and hugged him,” he added. ”Twin connection,” Carter said with a smile as he handed a toy car to Bennett. Bennett grabbed the toy car and shook it happily, but a second later it slipped from his hands and fell straight onto his foot.

Bennet into the living room, unsure of what other storms would hit me today. *** ** * The phone on the wooden table vibrated briefly, its screen lighting up with an incoming message from Hazel. Jonah Bennet, who sat with his jaw clenched and a purplish bruise at the corner of his lip, looked down at the line of text on the screen. His eyes widened instantly. He immediately stood up. However, before he could leave the table, a large, heavy hand landed hard on his shoulder, forcing him back down. "Hold, Bennett," Coach Muller growled, his red face betraying a rage that hadn't subsided since last night's incident. "You two, talk."

"If you agree to become my partner, I'll free everyone from Naesbrey Fortress. I understand, Umbra, that you have high standards. But with Talonclaw's assistance, I'm close to uniting the eastern plains and becoming its supreme ruler. I believe I'm deserving of you," Bennett declared. Although his son was near Umbra's age, Bennett had always desired her beauty. Now that a golden opportunity presented itself, Bennett wasn’t about to let it pass by.

"Young heir proves doubters wrong with record-breaking quarterly profits." "Bennett Corporation stock reaches all-time high under new leadership." Each headline felt like a knife twisting in her chest. James was succeeding with everything that rightfully belonged to her. He was living the life she had been born to live. A black sedan pulled up to the Bennett Tower entrance, and Lora's breath caught in her throat. James Bennett stepped out of the car, straightening his expensive suit jacket as he walked toward the building. Even from across the street, Lora could see the confidence in his movements, the way people stepped aside to let him pass.

“Refuse, and I will hand you over to the Council of Elders to be executed. With Hudson already exiled and scentless, the Silver Ridge will inevitably fall to me. Choose, Bennett. Your life is literally in your own claws now.” Bennett’s fists clenched, his muscles bunching as the weight of the trap pressed down on him. A wave of bone-deep humiliation washed over him as he offered a reluctant, submissive nod. He was acutely aware of Stan’s ruthless nature; he had watched as Stan methodically tore down Hudson’s legendary defenses. If a warrior like Hudson, with all his raw power and cunning, had fallen to this man, what hope did a spoiled pup like Bennett have? A toxic mix of regret and rage si

Fair. Accurate. Frustrating. Bennett watched the exchange carefully. “You’re both operating on partial information,” she said. “Which means we need to proceed with controlled observation.” Rory’s mouth tightened slightly. “I’m not a subject.” Bennett met her gaze evenly. “No one said you were.” The silence that followed was sharp. Rory didn’t respond immediately. But I could see it. The shift. The resistance. The instinct to push back. I stepped in before it escalated.