Saved Benjamin Hall Novels & Stories

“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.

"My dream wedding is in a week and all of this is happening. Murder revelations. Family secrets. Conspiracy theories. This is insane." "It is going to be fine," Grayson assured her, kissing her forehead. "I promise you, Ayla. We are going to get through this. We are going to get married. We are going to get justice for your mother. All of it." Shayla nodded, wiping the last of her tears. "Okay. I trust you." --- [THE HALE MANSION - LATE THAT NIGHT] Benjamin Hale entered the mansion quietly, setting his suitcase down in the foyer. His plane had landed late and he had come straight home without calling anyone to let them know he was back.

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.

And Benjamin grew more tense. He kept looking over his shoulder, looking around with shaky breath. “Where are you taking me?” He finally found the courage to ask. Still walking, I replied. “You wouldn't hurt Lucille so you have nothing to worry about.” We went up a flight of stairs. The moment the door leading to a new hallway opened, Benjamin froze. He visibly shuddered at the change in aura. I didn't blame him. So many people had died in the rooms protected by these walls. Screams, pain had coursed through them. At the very least, he knew where was sacred.

" I need to kill him before he comes for everything. I am now rich, and I can afford international assassins. There is no time to waste. I need to speed up. " "Aww Vivian, Vivian I am back now, strong and fit. The great battle has just begun. I will take everything from you and destroy your family. I will make you suffer more than ever. You shall leave to tell your generations." Benjamin clenched his fist. He left the venue and joined his people. ............

"Looking for Benjamin's whereabouts is just an excuse so I can meet Chiel again. I want to confirm again the dream I had just before I woke up. I'm sure Ben is fine and probably back at his apartment." "Impossible!" Rain denied. "I'm sure Benjamin's still left in your warehouse. He was probably too scared to get out of there. I just want to ensure that you guys have cast the spell." "He's stubborn!" said Jace later. "I told him that Benjamin is fine and has returned to his human form. Who knows where the young man is now? What's clear is that Benjamin refused to come with us when you passed out. He's probably traumatized." "Is that true?" Rain asked for reassurance from Chiel.

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.

Kailee Bennett Keep eye contact? That was lesson one? Was he serious? Because right now, with his hand still on the small of my back and his other gently tilting my chin up, the last thing I could do was look him in the eyes without completely combusting. “Eye contact,” I echoed, breathless. “Got it.” He didn’t blink. “Say the line again.” “The line? What line?” He raised a brow. “Juliet’s, genius”

I stopped breathing entirely, my hands grasping the lapels of Benjamin's suit jacket as if I could pull him through me to hide. Then, Benjamin’s hand dropped from my mouth. He didn't hesitate. He smoothly unlocked the latch, pulled the door open just enough to slip his towering frame out into the hallway, and shut it firmly behind him, trapping me back in the darkness. "I’m right here, Leo," Benjamin’s voice instantly shifted, adopting that effortlessly smooth, commanding corporate baritone as he stepped into the hallway. "I was retrieving a clean medical wrap from the master linen closet. Victoria’s father lacks boundary control, and his ring caught my palm before I removed him from the pre