Blow Me Away Breaking Benjamin Halo Novels & Stories

Benjamin coughed out more blood, trying to get pass the cyclone to the shield. "Are you seriously trying to kill yourself?" She held him back, her eyes shooting angry sparks, she was about to speak again when loud cries pierced their ears. It was from inside the ring of flames. Benjamin recognized Davi's screams, while the other belonged to Esther. His heart skipped a fearful beat. They were in sheer agony. The ritual was draining them….was draining her. Earnestly, the anger that immersed his heart roared once more alive. He was mad at her...at everyone and most especially, at himself.

"Still concerned about your dignity, I see. But isn't two better than one?" "Mr. Xenith, just say yes. I'll do my best to keep you happy." The effects of the hallucinogen softened her demeanor. A slight blush tinted her cheeks. Benjamin was aroused by her coy remark. "Fine. I shall grant your wish, but on the condition that you perform well in our video recording. I want Ian Holcomb to watch his wife having fun with another man!" "Sir, we should proceed with caution," the lanky subordinate protested unhappily, but Benjamin already had a raging erection.

Benjamin offered. "Are you planning to marry her anytime soon? Or—" "Zayna is my friend. I would never marry her," Benjamin cut in firmly, stopping Ressa from continuing. "But I do have a girlfriend. If you’ve been following my social media, you’d already know who she is." "Is it the woman in your profile picture?" Benjamin nodded, smiling. "Everyone calls her Boo, and you can too." "Does that mean Zay—" "That’s none of your business," Hugo interrupted sharply, casting Ressa a warning look. "Sorry about my friend. She’s like this sometimes."

With what dignity he could muster he walked down the stairs, eyelids heavy and head light, he tried hard not to think about how stupid he had been last night. Weren't people supposed to forget what they did in their state of drunkenness?? "God almighty". He breathed quietly. What was he to tell Sayya when he went to her looking like a walking corpse? That he, Raysham Muhammad was nursing a hangover? A hangover… He groaned quietly as he rubbed his temple wearily.

I beamed. ******

By the time the negotiations were nearly over, the other side had already agreed to our deal. Then, Gerald suddenly rushed in, insisting on toasting our partner, Mr. Howard Shaw. Mr. Shaw was already scowling with irritation, yet Gerald seemed completely oblivious. As a new intern had just walked in, he actually forced Mr. Shaw to drink with him. I had no idea where he got the nerve. Mr. Shaw got angry. I held him back and plastered a smile, apologizing to Mr. Shaw on his behalf.

CRACK. The sound echoed. The world seemed to wobble. For a second, I wasn't in my cottage. I heard something. It wasn't the wind. It was a scream. A lot of screams. And the smell of rosemary was gone. It was replaced by something sharp. Something like copper. Something like blood. I stopped. I held the pestle so tight my new knuckles turned white. "Senna?" Elara asked. "Are you okay? You look like you saw a ghost."

No god takes what is claimed. Together—moon and shadow—they struck. The avatar howled as Selene’s power split it apart, silver and black ripping through divine flesh. With a final, echoing scream, it shattered into ash. Silence fell. Smoke drifted. Blood soaked the ground. Then—slow applause. A figure stepped from the trees. One of the allied Alphas. Smiling. “Well done,” he said lightly. “You saved us the trouble.” Kael turned slowly, rage simmering dangerously close to the surface.

Never have I felt like this before. Never in my life did I think it was possible to experience this maddening urge to plunge into a woman and make her scream my name until she doesn’t remember anything else. I groaned again and pinched the bridge of my nose. This has to fucking stop. “Enzo? Can you even hear me?” Ben grabbed his walking stick and stood up from his chair, worry washed all over his face. “I hear you, Ben. I’m sorry.” He tilted his head to the side, staring at me quizzically with those old black eyes of his.