Novel & Cerita Ben X Charmcaster Fanfiction

Sean said gently, looking down at the very person who almost caused him a heartbroken misery. Benji was trembling. His arrogant courage was long gone after being played like a basketball. But his stubbornness refused to let him open up. A small part of him still believed that he was tricked, for he wasn't a fan of the fantasy genre that showed supernatural and magical beings' existence.

* After lunch, Charlie clung to Ben, refusing to let him go. Jamie wanted to intervene, but Ben glanced at his phone and said, “The meeting was canceled. It’s fine. I have time.” And so, Ben ended up staying, playing with Charlie until evening. By the time the sky darkened, even Jamie felt a bit dazed, realizing she had somehow let Ben stay the entire day without really noticing. When she walked him to the door, Ben handed her a small velvet box. “This is for you.” “What is it?” “Open it and see.”

"I didn't want to hope." Walking forward, I held my hand out to him and swallowed my anxiety. "I'm Ezra Reinhardt." The other necromancer moved slowly, closing the distance to take my hand in a firm grip. "Benji," he said, tears shining in his eyes. "Uh, Benjamin Foster, but everyone calls me Benji. I'm half Reinhardt, on my mother's side." "I'm glad you found us..." My words trailed off as I caught sight of someone else in the trees behind him. Bright blue eyes watched me from behind a leaf.

That would be a recipe for disaster. "Wait, you don't have to. Thank you. I am driving with Charlie. All these isn't necessary. Really." I say, turning to Benjamin beside me with the disappointment written clearly on his face, I turn to Charlie, seeking some form of understanding but she just stares back at me dumbly, I turn to my mother, she is looking up at Stephane and Stephane is watching me. God. I need him to stop looking at me with that look in his eyes. It burns away at my resolve to stay away from him. "All right. Can you give me your contact? I will love to keep in touch in college." Benjamin says, his voice is quiet and intimate, though very confident as he holds eye contact with

That was unlike me, an insult to my bloodline… “Uh…hey! Hi!” a voice stumbled from beside me. I turned, It was a boy with round glasses, frizzy hair, and a face that struck me like someone in desperate need of approval. He held out a hand smiled, his brown eyes widening in glee. “My name’s Felix! You’re Liam, right? That was some entrance in class… you looked…uh…cool.” Cool? I didn’t need friends. Not here. Not anywhere. I stared at his hand, then at him in general, the small stature, the way he flutters his eyes, and shifts from one foot to another.

My heart was racing, fast. And slowly everything started making sense to me now. He was always with him. He never touched me Never found me sexually attractive. Everything was slowly making sense and I was shaking. So... the rumors.. weren't rumors, they were true! They were actually true!!! Charlie Hearth is Gay and not only is he gay.... he is fucked Mason Grey. What the hell.

“This is me.” Ben relieves me of it. Without peeking inside, he retrieves a small box from his pocket. My heart pounds hard when he opens the box and pulls out a bracelet with charms. I flick a finger over one of the charms. Some of the charms are recognisable but others aren’t. I recognise the house. The hair clip and... a cake? “Is this a cake?” I touch the cake charm to confirm and he nods. “Why cake?”