Benedict X Novels & Stories

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

I feel my mouth tighten. “Benedict,” he continues, “was a man who could see ten years ahead and five moves in any direction. But in his personal life, he was… reckless. You know that better than anyone. His affairs, his cruelty, his obsession with control… it destroyed your mother’s will to stay. And he saw… too late… that it was poisoning you as well.”

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.

Her two senior mentors had pulled her into several groups with other mystics, and she had even joined the official Divination Association group. Recently, she’d had some conversations with other mystics there. Benedict smiled warmly. "There’s nothing inconvenient about it." "My mentor is Xander Walton," he said casually, "you probably know him." Lindsay was genuinely surprised this time. "Mr. Xander is your mentor? That makes you my senior, doesn’t it?" The show’s staff had asked Benedict earlier about his age, and he had mentioned being twenty-five, a few years older than her. Xander was her mentor's senior and also the vice president of the Divination Association. She hadn’t expected this

"Even a schoolboy would know that!" Xavier swats his hand away, scowling. "Oh, as if you could name the tenth king. Go on, try it!" "That's different," Benedict protests, his words slightly slurred. "You should have at least known the sixth king," Xavier counters with a smirk. "He shared your name, you complete idiot." Benedict puffs up his chest indignantly. "If any king had been named 'Idiot,' he would clearly have been named after you!"

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

Ben said to him. "And that's why I want you to do it in less than an hour; I'm counting on you. I will try speaking with the priest, and since we know each other, I will tell him to plead with the audience to have a little patience," Xavier said to Ben before handing him his car keys and telling him the password. Before Ben would even try to protest, Xavier had already left. "Damnit," Ben muttered in disbelief. To be continued...

She knew Ben isn't the one to let out a sigh, unless something's bothering him. Mr. Benedict, or mostly known as Ben is the head manager of cafeteria and is the one monitoring the cleanliness of the Academy. Although of old age, he's still doing his job in utmost perfection and carries everything so well that. He stands like a military general and you wouldn't want to mess with him. Even if he's viewed as a strict elder, in reality, he's such a softy like a caring grandpa spoiling his grandchildren.

Di Berardino took a quick look around the house before sitting down on one of the furniture in the living room. “Well?” Hansen asked, sitting down across from him. Karen headed for the kitchen. “Dr. Hansen, my name is Giancarlo Di Berardino, I was hired by Pope Benito I to find you and bring you a message from him.” “The Pope?” Julius was puzzled. “I thought that with the death of the previous Pope the Vatican’s interest in us had ended.”