Saved Benjamin Hall Novels & Stories

I grab the nearest chair to steady myself as my vision starts to tunnel in and out; “I swear, I’ll fucking kill you.” Without uttering a word, Benjamin pulls out his phone, dials a number and puts it on speaker. What the fuck is he doing now? Whoever he’s calling answers on the second ring. “Hello?” A familiar female voice fills the air. “Could you come to room 9, please? Harlan isn’t feeling well. He needs you to take care of him.” “Wh-what?” Comes the worried response. “What happened to him? I’ll be right there.”

His expression remained perfectly calm but everyone in the room took an unconscious step backward because they recognized that look. The hunt was over. Now—The rescue would begin. Benjamin Harrington had spent days believing he was several moves ahead. He never realized that all it would take—Was one forgotten injection then one stolen phone and one call. Yes, Benjamin had no idea that, at that very moment, the countdown to his downfall had already begun. —--------------------------------------

And Benjamin refused to let his life’s work unravel because of a buried secret. Damian was gone. Devon, if he was smart, would keep his head down. And Annabelle—well, she would recover. Eventually. People always did, if they had the right distractions. A chime echoed through the apartment. The car had arrived. Benjamin rose, adjusted his lapel, and glanced one final time at the city beyond the fog. Let the world mourn the Lawson boy. He had appearances to uphold.

"This is what husbands do for their wives, my love." They went back into the room and sat down with the boys. Earlier, Jack had some tests done. They came back to normal with no problems. Around eleven at night, Benjamin pulled her out of the hospital. He told her that his dad collected her belongings and had already taken them back to his house. Pandora was surprised to find that Benjamin only lived a short drive from her home. She cringed when they drove by her house, but she felt sorry for the people who moved in there. When they walked to Benjamin's front door, a familiar motorcycle caught her eye.

Regarding Benjamin, once she found evidence that he was the kidnapper and responsible for her father's death, she would ensure he faced legal consequences. Gabriella coldly chuckled and said, "Seems like you know a lot about this, huh? Did you collaborate with someone and then report them?" Was she so afraid Robin would hate her for this? Henry coughed hard, taking a while to calm down. He chuckled and said sarcastically, "You like Robin so much that you can't see clearly, but don't blame me. Benjamin's problem is his own fault, not mine!" Gabriella exclaimed, "Lies! Wasn't Julian sent by you? Why would he target the Patch family for no reason?"

The rumor circulated for a while and the subject of this rumor was just happily spending his time without even being bothered by it. But two weeks after that, a shocking news from the grim association came. Sir Benjamin annihilated an abandoned hospital which housed fifty souls that become demons at the same time. Not only he terminated those demons but he destroyed the whole place. Preventing the territory demon to be born. This achievement was the same as annihilating a ghost market. And the important fact was Sir Benjamin eliminated them alone. This great achievement was equivalent to doing a mission that have been planned for a month. They don't know what kind of tricks Sir Benjamin did,

"You don't know? Ben… Ben is dead." "What?" I blinked. "No, that can't be." Theresa also turned, her face crumbling. "No. He's lying.". But just as I was getting a chance to reply, the door creaked open and Professor Sarah entered. She wore all black. She swept the room with her voice firm. "I know some of you might have already heard, but it's my duty to confirm. One of ours was lost this morning. Benjamin Hartley. His mother, Professor Rose, has requested privacy. A short memorial will be conducted later today in the hall. After that, you're free to go home."

“What’s your name?” “Hillary. Hillary Diana Clarke.” “Wait here.” He disappears inside, returning a moment later. “He’s coming.” I wait. Then, the door swings open. Ben is standing there. He has heavy, messy curls on top of his head and is wearing an oversized red hoodie with black jeans. He looks taller than I remember. There’s a glass in his hand—most likely bourbon, not wine. He pushes his glasses up his nose and glances back into the living room before looking at 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.

Suddenly, a sequence of sounds: a soft, electronic chime, the muffled whoosh of the secure garage door lifting, and the low, sharp exchange of voices. I was on my feet instantly, my heart hammering against my ribs. I moved toward the entrance hall, ignoring the immediate, restraining presence of Marcus. The inner door opened, and there he was. Benjamin. He looked like a man who had walked straight out of the battlefield. His suit was wrinkled, his face shadowed with stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot, not from exhaustion, but from the brutal intensity of the last seventy-two hours. He wasn't the CEO; he was the General, weary from war.