Benedict Blue Novels & Stories

Michael Benedicto I went to Sandoval around 8:30 am just like we agreed. He told me he is a morning person and he is always busy. Nevertheless, he ushered me into his clean and modest house with lots of plants, some vegetables like eggplants and bitter gourd which hangs on its vine. He has some fruit trees like Jackfruit, some mango trees, and caimito. I was amazed because he has lots of orchids and different kinds of flowers. He even

she asks. “I have an order to pick up,” Benedict says. “Last name Montgomery.” She consults her tablet and then smiles. “Benedict? I see your order here, give me a second to go grab it.” “What did you order?” I ask, unable to stop asking questions. He just smiles and leads me over to one of the displays. On it is one of those fancy coffee machines that I’ve dreamed about. It does espresso and steams and froths milk, and can handle pods as well as brew big pots. It’s a gorgeous, shiny stainless steel thing, and my eyes are as wide as saucers as I look up at Benedict.

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

Upon finishing from his side, Jonathan moved towards Iris who was trembling like a leaf under the heated gaze of Leonard. "Iris, now you would repeat whatever I would say." She turned her gaze down when Jonathan's eyes matched her. She was not going to let that happen so easily. It shouldn't be like this. "I, Iris Lockwood....... " Jonathan started to speak the phrase that Iris had to repeat before Leonard would mark her under the Blue Moon. This was the one-time opportunity that Leonard would get at that moment. If he would fail to mark her that day, he had to wait for a long to get it. That would be a risk on his part too. In case Iris's previous owner returns and has already left an impre

" I set the tray down with a flourish. In the dim light, the porridge looked like it was powered by a lithium battery. It was glowing. It was vibrant. It was, for lack of a better word, aggressively cyan. "It’s very... blue," Alaric noted, squinting through the gloom. "It is ze extract of ze Blue Algae from ze depths of ze Mediterranean," I lied, my heart dancing a jig. "Rich in antioxidants and ze pigmentation of health. One bowl, and your internal organs will sing like ze bluebirds of Lyon." "I don't know if I can eat," he moaned. "My stomach is a war zone."

Finn nodded and left the office. … Lucy slept until 9:00 am and was lazing in bed. Just then, her phone rang. She saw that the call was from Benedict and answered it. "Mr. Jones, you finally returned my call." Benedict said, "I came to town to get some supplies. I heard you called the convenience store owner to get to me." Lucy went straight to the point. "Yes. Mr. Jones, I want to recreate the Zenith Elixir."

Her focus is on creating a mesmerizing presence for the event. The day before the bonding ceremony, after completing their studies for the day, Bryan finds himself seated at his desk in his quarters. His gaze falls upon the new scroll of parchment he has acquired from a quaint shop in the colony just outside the palace walls. This particular parchment is crafted from rare Pole Red Kelp, known for its vibrant hues and exceptional quality.

Blue just said what was on his mind according to his instinct. Of the many members of the black group that Benjamin led, Blue was the longest and most loyal. He has been like Benjamin since he was a teenager. Joining Alucard, Benjamin's father, and starting to understand the game of their clan, made Blue no less skillful than Benjamin. Blue is supposed to be an advisor to the man. However, the stubborn Benjamin often makes decisions without asking for Blue's consideration. Even in terms of age, Blue is far above Benjamin. The one thing that differentiates Blue and makes him subordinate to Benjamin is privilege. Blue does not have someone who makes him have what Benjamin has.

"What do you want to know, Bloom?" I shrugged lightly. "Favourite colour—and movie?" Zac's eyes squinted as he chuckled. He hummed for a moment. "Blue and Pulp Fiction." I nodded slowly. "Why blue?" His head cocked to the side as he looked out ahead at the world sprawled out in front of us. "It reminds me of the ocean." I bit on my bottom lip to stop my smile from stretching miles. I would have never seen it coming—Zac Miller being soft and sentimental. It was endearing.