Benjamin Card の小説・ストーリー

Tana walked in. “You disappeared…what happened?” Benita held up the card. “One of Damien’s associates.” Tana frowned. “What did he do?” “He thought it was appropriate to offer me an escape from my marriage.” Tana’s eyes widened. “What?” “He gave me his card,” Benita said, dropping it on the table. “In case I’m ‘unfulfilled.’” Tana scoffed. “Men are unbelievable.” “I couldn’t even react,” Benita added. “Because of Damien.”

I burst into laughter then. Benjamin Carter but originally named Asher Denton! Yeah right! Asher Denton my ass! What the fuck does this clown take me for? A fool? Who is he exactly? Is he truly Alpha? Could it be that he's a con man? Is he doing all this to avoid the stress of applying and the waiting period?

Family. It was the second week. Benjamin came out of the washroom after taking a refreshing bath. He was rubbing his head with a towel thinking about the weird behaviour of Noah Gabriel. He was a casanova in his own style. Openly BI. Girls boys. Anyone. He would just have to raise his eyebrow and would be flooded with bodies.

Benjamin would never forgive Halton if he let Winchester’s name go to ruin again. He deleted all the footage of that day. Alexandra wouldn’t care to check it unless someone made her suspicious. He then contacted the morgue where Benjamin’s postmortem would be conducted. Catherine paid a hefty amount to keep the real cause of death under the wraps and instead it was falsely stated in the reports that Benjamin Winchester died because of a heart failure.

He frowned slightly and decisively called Benjamin. I've been targetted on not more than 50 kilometers above the Trident Ocean. Please help me. "Although he was not a soldier now, Benjamin was. Moreover, he was a citizen of Z Country. It was not too much for him to find something unusual and report it to the superiors." "Benjamin had just received the news that Zion had retired and he was in a state of shock. However, when he received Zion's call for help, he immediately reported it to his superiors."

“Benjamin is the son of George Limantoro, my grandfather.” I started to get goosebumps listening to Vincent's speech. “These two are two activists against tyranny! I, as their descendant, would be ashamed if I did not continue their struggle to defend the people!” "I'm with Saltyville!" Vincent, "are you with me?"

We all knew that whatever it was the doctor had to tell us probably wasn’t good. “So, Benjamin,” the doctor started. “As you know, we managed to repair your heart. But your heart has sustained a lot of damage.” “Just cut to the chase,” Benjamin said, but his voice was light. “Lay it on me.” “I appreciate your candor,” the doctor smiled at Benjamin. Then he put down his clipboard. “We’re going to release you in about a week or so, but my records indicate that you currently live alone? Is that correct?” “That’s correct,” Benjamin said. Apparently Benjamin had tossed Beatrice’s mother to the curb as soon as he’d learned about the kidnapping. He wanted nothing to do with either of them.

Carmella took the card, nodded, and went back inside. Benjamin returned to the company, but he couldn’t focus on work. He felt like he was losing control of his life. His mind drifted between Adam and Antonella as the hours dragged on. When he finally fulfilled his obligations, he returned home, knowing things were not going to go on like this. Benjamin needed to do something. It was time to put Plan B into action.

Also, he was not the kind of person who would meddle in other people's business and clarify things online. With this in mind, Jayden asked in return, "What is your relationship with Chelsea? Why did you speak up for her?" Benjamin said, "I was always a person with a strong sense of justice." Jayden didn't listen to his nonsense and directly asked the agent, "What is it really?" Benjamin was unable to stop it in time, and the agent said, "Miss Ingersoll is ‘Twilight Star’, and ‘Twilight Star’ is Ben's goddess."

"That's okay. I just wanted to let you know we're done." "Thanks." I try not to sound disappointed. "I... Would it be possible to get your card? Just in case I need you to get more stuff from my house?" Ben reaches into his pocket, pulling out a worn brown wallet and a pen. He fishes a card out of the wallet and then scribbles something on the back of it.