Blow Me Away Breaking Benjamin Halo 2 Novels & Stories

Dana spoke in a serious tone and lowered her voice “What I really want to do is release a virus into his personal drive. I want to avenge all the poor souls he’s been leeching.” “Your wish is my command.” Ben smiled charmingly. He had just thought of someone. “Really??” “Wait for me.” Ben walked out into the open area. He picked the unregistered phone and dialed an overseas number. “Who the fuck is tired of living?” A low growl came from the other end. “Bastard, are you tempting fate?” Ben teased. “Oh… you...” one could clearly hear the disdain “What do you want?” “I want you to hack into someone’s personal drive and plant a virus to completely destroy it without even dust to clean up.”

“Glow: Titan’s Descent” *Boom*

It’s like it saturates my skin and sinks into me, making my body feel heavy, and my shoulders sag. All of the wonderful feelings that Blake invoked in me tonight have disappeared after entering this house of nightmares. I walk over to my Bluetooth speaker and connect my phone. I make sure the volume is low before I press play. The sound of Natasha Bedingfield’s “Wild Horses” fills the room. I slowly pull off my clothes till I’m in my bra and panties. I open my drawer and pull out my blade that I didn’t expect to get out tonight. This night was so up and down. The ups were amazing with Blake, but the downs are the ones that stick to my skin as if they are tangible entities. As if they have ha

Finally dropped the fake halo and showed up like the villain she really was. "If you behave, I might let you live long enough to die of old age." Cute. Real generous of her. Even if I'd been totally clueless, they still would've wiped me out. Just like last time—erase, delete, gone. Lillian cracked up, loud and unhinged. "You did this to yourself! Rot here! Everything you had? Mine now!" In my last life, I never got why Bobby and Whitney backed her. She might've "saved" them, sure, but I was their son's wife. That used to mean something, right?

That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay awake, Maya’s body curled against mine, her breath steady and warm. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the city outside. Horns blaring. Music pounding. Voices echoing through the night. And beneath it all, I swore I heard my name. Saint. Saint. Saint. It pulsed in my blood, a drumbeat I couldn’t silence. I slipped out of bed, moving quietly to the balcony. The city stretched before me, alive and burning. My hands itched for a gun. My chest ached for fire.

She came with a guttural cry, her body convulsing around Elias’s pounding length. With a final, roaring growl of “MINE!”, Elias slammed home and released inside her, the force of his climax so potent that a vase on the mantle shattered. As his icy heat flooded her, he vanished, leaving Clara panting, dripping, and utterly sated on the ruined settee. Ben, suddenly freed from the psychic weight, scrambled to his feet and fled without a backward glance, the sound of his frantic footsteps and the slam of the front door the only goodbye.