Benedict Blue Novels & Stories

The enormous windows that stretched floor to ceiling on the east side of the building were draped with a delicate silvery mesh, reflecting the light from the cast iron chandelier that hung low in the centre of the room. And Irina was not finished. "Don't you get mud on my floor!" Clutching her clipboard, Sapphira watched as Irina pointed at Beta Declan's filthy boots. "Sorry, Irina." He grinned sheepishly and kissed the top of the tiny woman's head while she batted him away.

A coldness flashed through Benedict's eyes, as he knew that the direction the Bluebird had been looking at earlier seemed to be towards Liam. "Damned thing!" Benedict's voice was icy. "If you want to die, don't rush it. Let us handle the Bluebird first, and then it'll be your turn!" Even though Liam could make the Bluebird willingly act as a bodyguard, which likely meant he was not an ordinary person, Benedict did not care. Because once they dealt with the Bluebird, no matter what background Liam had, he would only have one end—death. They would not care about anything else when they took action!

And besides you didn't do anything Derek : I would have, if Belinda didn't intervene Blue : ohhh, well thank goodness she did Derek : so are we good now? Blue : yes Derek : do me a favor Blue : okay Derek : close your eyes Blue : huh? Derek : just do it She obediently did so Derek : open.......... TADAAA! Blue : jeez! Sir Derek Derek : do you like it Blue : I love it Derek : I knew the blue maid with the blue eyes will like the blue flowers Blue smiled Blue : are they from your garden? Derek : yes. I always have bluebells in my garden

I couldn’t remember exactly what it was called. “Something about Ice?” I asked and her eyes lit up. “Blue Ice,” she said. “The only whiskey bottled in hand-blown glass bottles.” I nodded. That sounded familiar. “I take it… Frost Pelt fell?” Her eyes turned dark, “You… could say that.” I lowered my gaze, “Would you tell me what happened?”

he continued. There was already a look of life on Rena's face, she had also carried cotton candy which she didn't need, but Ben insisted. The grown man argued that Belva liked the full color when he didn't. It devoured most things that can be lost when the wind hits. The older Bennedict should be, the more he'll care for his health. Afraid of diabetes attacks him, mainly since Belva hasn't grown up yet. Oh, please ignore it. A Bennedict is a sugar addict, and so is Ava.