Novels by B.S BEN

Lucy pov ...Amidst the lush greenery, the breeze sung a calm song to me. I sat on the bench watching other patients. They were all crazy. I scoffed and skimmed my hands on my patient outfit. I turned and faced Logan, who arrived a few seconds later. “It’s been ages.” Logan smiled. “I wanted to get red roses, but you said you love yellow flowers." He handed me a bouquet of yellow roses.I smiled and accepted it. “How’s your sister?” I faced him. “Tell me you have stopped smoking.”It’s been a long time since I had a conversation with the outside world. I had no family and no friends ever came to visit. It was nice to see him.Logan chuckled. “I have stopped smoking.” His green eyes gleamed beneath the yellow hues of the sun. “And for my sister.” He paused and clenched the edge of the wooden seat. “She didn’t make it.” His voice softened.“I am so sorry.” My chest tightened. I knew how much he loved his sister.“But I opened a bar.” A wide smile formed across his lips. “When you g

Lucy ..(This chapter contains violence that might disturb viewers. Viewers' discretion is advised.)The news had already spread like wildfire. Damon hadn’t said anything, nor have I; people could only wonder what happened that led to us canceling our wedding a day before. My friend had asked, and I told them that I ended it after discovering Damon wanted to absorb my company just like his father did to other companies.Leaning back on my office chair, I sighed. I was this close to having him. I jolted up as the door opened. “There’s a meeting with the board of directors,” Tina announced. “Now?” I raised a brow. “Why?” She adjusted her glasses. “Yes, Ma’am. I really don’t know. But all the members are around.” I sprang to my feet. The clicks of my heels echoed. My heart pounded. How come I wasn’t aware of the meeting? Sweat swathed across my palm.Opening the door, my eyes fell on the seven members—they were all here. It was hard for them to gather together, except something v

The toy ..I dragged the last luggage down the stairs and placed it at the door. I was tired of being his toy. I was stupid to think that we would end up together. I had enough savings to start up my life. I need to run away from Manhattan, from New York. I need to move far away, to another place.I glanced around the apartment; so many beautiful and ugly memories; both of them haunted me.Opening the door, I gasped as my eyes fell on Damon. I held the tears that welled in my eyes. My heart twisted yet fluttered. Pain and relief fought to dominate my chest—neither won.His eyes fell on my luggage, and he frowned. “Where are you going?” What is he going to say to me? No, stay here and watch me get married to another woman. I rolled my wet eyes. “I’m leaving Damon.” I tried to bolster my voice, to show resolve.He inched closer and shut the door behind him. His beautiful amber eyes burned into mine. The eyes I had loved so much, that had caused me so much pain. Now one of my babies

The CEO..I climbed the stairs, each step feeling as heavy as the weight pressing down on my heart. Pearl had handed over the remaining 10 percent of the company shares to me, knowing that once the engagement and merger were finalized, the Wesley Corporation would likely dissolve Beckham Construction. The certificate was cold in my hands, but it felt meaningless now.As I passed by Lucy's room, the sound of her soft chuckle drifted out, followed by her mother's voice. I glared at the door. The thought of me spending the rest of my life with her was mentally gnawing. I was doing this for the child; once the child is enough, I'll get a divorce and just focus on my child. The memories of my childhood after my mother flooded in—just me and my father. "Damon isn’t around, right?" Mrs. Beckham asked. "Are you sure he is?"I was about to walk away, but the question glued my feet to the floor and, like a magnet, pulled my ears to the door."He isn't," Lucy replied, a note of excitement bub

The toy ..Tears streamed down my face, warm and bitter as they traced the curves of my cheeks. The room around me was silent like it was holding its breath, waiting for me to break.And I did.I muffled my sobs, pressing the back of my hand against my mouth, trying to keep it together, even though no one was around to witness. My elbows dug into my thighs as I leaned forward, staring at the two red lines on the pregnancy test. They glared back at me, mocking me. I shook my head, refusing to believe it. This couldn’t be real. What now? My mind raced, thoughts crashing into each other like waves against a rock. Damon’s wedding was just two days away. Two days. Even if I told him, what would change? I could hear Mr. Brian's voice in my head, loud and clear. Men know who they want to marry, and they keep the others around just for fun.I had brushed off those words when he first said them, but now they are repeated. in my mind, each repetition drilling pain into my heart—I should ha

The CEO..The drive was perfect, the kind of perfect that only comes once in a long while. The wind whipped through my hair as the convertible glided down the winding road, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The expression on my father when I testified against him in court felt like an award—a medal.Opening the door to my house, my gaze fell on Mrs. Beckham and Lucy.Mrs. Beckham stood in the center of the room, her presence cold.My smile faded, “Mrs. Beckham,” I greeted her with a curt nod. Mrs. Beckham was the female version of my father, so I spoke, a knot formed in my stomach as her presence gnawed at me.She didn’t return my pleasantries. Instead, she placed a crisp white envelope on the burly wood table, her eyes boring into mine. “Open it,” she instructed, her tone strict and firm. I hesitated for a second before crossing the room.I hardened my gaze as I snatched up the envelope, the paper cool and smooth against my skin. I tore it open and pulled

Sophie..The sun hung in the sky as the trees and canopy filtered its sun rays. The chatter of the guests finally ceased as the orchestra began to play, and I walked down the aisle. My pristine white gown glowed as much as the smile on my face. My eyes were fixed on Alex, who stood beneath the arbour decorated with white and yellow lilies.My steps were in harmony with the music, and a flower was caught between my hands. It was a small wedding, as I didn’t want anything big. Since we never divorced, I didn’t really need anything big. Previously Alex and I had only done a secret court wedding, but now he said he wanted the world to know I was his and he was mine. The warmth in my chest intensified as I drew closer to the arbor. The eyes of the guest were staring at me in awe. Getting to the Arbour, Alex turned, and we both faced the officiant. Our gazes were locked on each other, and a smile teased our lips as those beautiful vows rolled off our tongues. Each beautiful word stir

Sophie ..Alex and I sauntered through the hallways of the museum, checking out the artwork. From the little time I had spent with him, he wasn’t really into paintings, but he was into craftwork. “Do you want to see something more beautiful?” Alex turned to me. Curiosity arched my brows. A beautiful smile burnt on his lips as he stretched out his hand. “Trust me.” Without hesitating, I slid my fingers into his, and he led me out of the museum into a beautiful garden. The scent of flowers traced the air. The cool breeze wrapped us as we moved deeper into the garden.“I never expected a garden to be here,” I said, my hand still caught in his. His teasing warmth sank through my palm. Without turning back, he said, “I found out the third time we came here.”I swung my gaze to him, and it fell on his broad back that looked alluring beneath the suit. “We’ve been here before?” I questioned. “Yes.” I resisted the urge to smack my head. All those beautiful memories are lost in the ab

Sophie..Two weeks had slipped by after Liam’s surgery, but he was still at the hospital for monitoring. I had returned to my hotel room.Locking the door, I sank to the floor. My muscles were weak from all the nights I had pulled. My heart was heavy as the doctor said Liam was healing slowly—much slower than usual.I couldn’t wait for my boy to be well, so he ran around and asked for ice cream. To return to school and play with his friends. An ache shot through me anytime I remembered his voice and how lively they were. After a while of consoling myself, I rose to my feet and headed towards the shower. Turning the shower on, the hot water poured down. The heat enveloped my skin, offering a sense of relief as it loosened my muscles. The vanilla scent of my shampoo filled the bathroom and steam fogged the glass partitions of the bathroom.After the shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and strode out of the bathroom. Alex’s words echoed in my head, haunting my mind. My lips pre

Alex ..My eyes fluttered open, and a sharp throb coursed through my head, inciting a wince from my throat. A deep ache swathed my lower back and pelvis region. “Alex.” My mother leaned in and cradled my face. “How are you feeling? Can you tell your legs?” Her hands hovered around me as she checked me.“I’m fine. How’s Liam? My voice came out coarse. I attempted to lift my body up, but it was unresponsive, like my nerves had been disconnected from my brain.My mother sprang up and placed her hands on my shoulders; she pushed me back into the bed. “You need to rest. I doubt your legs are working.”“What?” My eyes bulged at our as I craned my neck, her hands still pinning me down by my shoulders. My mother’s lips curled upward. “Because of the anaesthesia and soreness. It might be hard for you to walk for some time.” letting me go, she dropped back into her seat. “Liam and Sophie?” I pressed “Liam is fine. The surgery was successful, and Sophie is by her son’s side.”A soft smile

Sophie . . The drive from his office to his hospital was heavy with silence, and awkward glances. It was very obvious Alex was having a hard time digesting the news. Shock was boldly written on his face like a billboard. I still remember how his eyes widened and his mouth gaped. My cheeks turned red as embarrassment crept in. Alex parked the car in the car park of the hospital. We both stepped out and scurried towards the Doctor’s office. After He explained everything to Alex, Alex was led to the laboratory to run the compatibility test. I sank onto the long seat in the hallways outside the laboratory room. I buried my head into my bed palms and another wave of tears began to well up again. I was so confused and I had no idea what to do. Should I return to Liam or should I wait here till the result comes out? Sitting here wouldn’t change the outcome of the result. I rose to my feet and trudged down the hallway. With three turns to the left and a turn to the right, I a

Sophie ..My eyes widened, and I inched back, like I was trying to create space between me and the news. “What do you mean you’re not his father?” My voice quivered before darkening. “It’s Liam, we are talking about. Our son, not some random kid.” My heart thundered against my chest, shooting panic into me and filling my veins with dread. What the hell was he saying?”“This is not the time for pranks, Luca,” I said, my brain refusing to accept those words he just spat out. “Our son’s life is at stake here.” My voice rose.Luca sagged deeper into the wall, and his hands tightened by his side. But no word left his lips; not even a breath left his lips.My eyes fell to the floor as his words started to sink in. This wasn't a game. This was real. Luca wasn’t the father of Liam. My gaze swung to him. “If you are not the father, then who is?” The words burnt my tongue, and a raw shot through my chest.Luca’s lips tightened and his eyes rounded. But he stood still. Silence stretched betwe

Hazel . . I grunted as I pushed him off me. “Not even up to two weeks and you have found another Alpha to cling onto,” he said with a bitter tone, inching closer. “That prick couldn't keep his hands off you, could he?” He glanced at my waist. I inched back further into the wall, my heart palpitating. “You don’t get to question me, Nathan.” I bolstered my voice, ignoring every effect his presence had on me. “You said I mean nothing to you, isn’t it? Why are you acting all jealous? Does it hurt to see someone treat me better than you did?” Nathan snorted. “Treat you better than I did?” “Yes,” I lied; I just wanted to hurt Nathan, to make him feel an ounce of pain—regret. “He eats my food when I cook for him,” I said, despite knowing all the food I made Elijah ended up in the trash can. But Nathan didn’t need to know I still grieved him; I still wanted him. I loathed myself for it; considering how he had broken me, I should have let him go. But four years didn’t vanish ov

Hazel . . Four days after Elijah had informed me about the event we had to attend, I gazed at my reflection in the mirror. The long black gown that hugged my frame. The dangling earrings and the sharp red lipstick contrasted with my blond hair. The gown looked beautiful, but I felt different in it. Was this what Anna would have won? Despite Elijah’s amnesia, I still needed to act in a certain way. “How do you like the outfit, Luna?” Malia questioned. Elijah had hired her two days back. It seemed he felt more comfortable with her cooking than mine. I couldn’t help but wonder if my cooking was that horrible. Shaking off the thoughts, I swung around. My bare back, now visible. Although I had lost weight, my curves were still there. “I think it’s beautiful,” I said, trying to ignore my pale skin that was becoming more pronounced or my eyes that had begun to sink. I’d have to get my medicine as I was looking like a door away from death. Malia gave a respectful nod. “Alph

Elijah..Felix leaned on the large executive desk in my office. “Just allow her to heal your wolf, and she can vanish from your life.” He let out a seethed breath of frustration. “I know you still don’t believe her because you felt nothing for her, but that’s how amnesia works; sometimes you also lose feelings for your lover, especially when it’s not love at first sight.”Felix kept blaming my cynicism, insisting I was doubting Anna was my wife.But my problem with Anna ran far deeper than doubt. After returning from the hospital and rummaging through my things, I stumbled across Anna’s diary. I discovered something unsettling.Not only did I discover that I had never loved her, but I also found out Anna had manipulated me into marriage with a fake pregnancy. She also resorted to blackmail, threatening to take her life if I ever left her. And then there was a line in the diary that haunted me. “If I can’t have him, no one will.” The words impelled me to face a horrifying possibilit

Hazel . . Morning came all too soon, and with a conflicted heart, I signed the document, bracing myself for whatever the future had in store. Felix had explained that while Elijah might have lost his memory, he could still retain fragments—details he couldn’t fully place but might trigger recognition. To be on the safe side, I had to transform. My black hair was dyed a sharp blonde, and a pair of blue contacts concealed my green eyes. And the woman that stood before me in the mirror looked more like Anna than myself. Morning faded into day and day into night. The hours passed by, completely devoured by restless thoughts and repetitive advice. “Elijah will be here any moment from now,” Felix said. “Remember what I told you; the reason you haven’t been able to see him since he got out of the hospital.” And once again, he rubbed his hand against his trousers. I guess I wasn’t the only one nervous. We both seemed desperate...desperate for the plan to work. He needed to hea

Hazel . . Nathan’s grip tightened around my hand, dragging me towards the stairs that led to the basement of our house. The cold walls of the basement, the pain from healing strangers that flooded the room every night, and the isolation—all from when I was younger—flashed before my eyes. My stomach curled with an unpleasant sensation. I could feel my hands turn cold beneath his grip. “Let me go!” I screamed, my feet grating against the brown marble floor as I tried to plant myself to the ground. Nathan yanked me harder, pulling me down the stairs. My eyes wide in horror as I shook my head erratically. My mind was screaming to fight, but my body was too weak. “No, no, no,” I whimpered, my breath spiralling out of control. “I’m begging you.” My voice hoarse from all the screaming. But all my pleas fell on deaf ears. Even if I was an omega… Even if I was weak… I didn’t deserve this. To be trapped by the man I love or anyone. To die without seeing the beach, strolling thr

Hazel . . Love would be the death of me, that I knew—Today was our fourth anniversary, and I had set the dining table with Nathan's favourite dishes, the red candles flickering in the dim light. Despite promising not to miss it, it was already 11 pm, and my husband was still nowhere to be found. I perched on one of the seats. The tap of my fingers against the white marble table melded with the dial tone that echoed through the house that felt empty…it always felt empty. “Do you want to blow my phone up?” Nathan’s voice came from the other end of the phone—cold and distant, yet I felt relief that he had picked up. “Uhm… You might have forgotten, but today is our anniversary and…” “I know what today is, Hazel.” His cold voice froze me. If he knew, then why wasn’t he here? “I’m busy with work. Let’s celebrate another time.” Before I could respond, a woman’s voice came from his end. “Come and join me; I’m lonely.” A voice I have heard one too many times around him