Blow Me Away Breaking Benjamin Halo 2 Novels & Stories

He said to Astrid who said that to the rest of her team. It was a blur to be honest, Malakai left the hiding place and could see Elijah. Astrid and her team shot at the enemy to buy time for Malakai to get close. He was able to and when he was beside Elijah, he raised his gun to his head. Namjoon didn't see him coming and suddenly felt cold metal press to his head. He smirked as he knew it was Malakai, always the stealth.

When I was seven, I stole a phone and called my mother's family. That was how I finally got her out of the compound where my father had kept her prisoner. When my grandfather stormed into the cellar, Mom was chained by the neck, with bloodstained whips scattered at her feet. He beat my father nearly to death. The man spent the rest of his life paralyzed and bedridden. Before Mom got into the car, she reached for me through her tears. "Evan, come with me." I grabbed the hem of her coat—and then I remembered my previous life. Back then, she had taken me with her. Her family had never accepted her for bringing home the son of the man who destroyed her life. She endured years of contempt for

He showered frantic kisses across my face before looking toward Saoirse, who was focused entirely on her spell. The pain was gone. Relief washed over me. Renzo’s eyes on me—so different than the way he looked at her. I saw love, desire, and adoration when he looked at me. With her… it was only possession. Once Halo was destroyed, I knew that the tie would break completely. “The baby is ready now, Aza. Push!” Saoirse’s airy voice urged me. And I did. Guided by her power, the pain was dulled, almost muted. On the third push, a piercing cry filled the air.

"I’ll wire you the flight manifests tonight." The screen abruptly cut to black as the call ended. I slowly lowered the phone, my breath escaping in a ragged gasp. Before my hand could even drop to my lap, Benjamin violently ripped the device from my fingers and hurled it across the room, smashing it against the drywall where it shattered into a dead screen. "Next week," Benjamin rasped, his voice a low and dangerous, that shook my very core as his bleeding hand shot up to clamp firmly around my jaw. "He's landing next week. The televised gala is in six days."