Walking Dead Benjamin นิยาย & เรื่องราว

whisky? Ben was breathing hard standing over a man lying on the ground. Ben's left hand had a death grip on the front of the man's denim jacket and his right... hurt and dripped something. He looked down at the man's face... the blood... "BEN!" He let go of the jacket, straightened up and stepped back from the unconscious man. There was a big knife on the ground next to him. Ben turned and blinked at Miriam who was being held back by... Michelle. Karlene was standing behind her mother looking at Ben with wide frightened eyes.

No No No, you know I love my space I will not be comfortable sleeping over, moreover I have a flight to catch by 5:00am tomorrow morning". Benjamin said waving his index finger. Benjamin and Tasha started out of the Brooke's premises. Benjamin took the driver's seat while his wife sat at the passenger seat and niyola and Franca seat at the back seat. they have been driving for over 20 minutes, Benjamin couldn't see clearly due to his drunken state, Tasha could only see vaguely. when suddenly they rammed into a parked long heavy duty truck. Benjamin died on the spot, His wife Tasha was still fighting for her life, Franca right hand was severely damage and she was losing so much blood. luckily

"Can I see him?" He nodded softly. "They're wheeling him out now. You can walk with him to the recovery room." The doors opened again and nurses pushed out a stretcher. Benjamin lay on it, unconscious. Pale. Tubes connected to his arm and chest. Machines around him were beeping quietly. I stood up quickly and ran to his side. "Benjamin..." I whispered, grabbing his hand. It was cold. I gripped it tightly and walked beside him as they pushed the bed down the hallway.

The poor dead man flops on their white marble finished kitchen counter. Out back Benjamin grins with satisfaction that even if quite a few years has past his son is still the cream of the crop when it comes to combat. Liz had to pull Quinn closer to her thinking he is nowhere safe especially where Cole is concern. The other white guy was about to attack to but Benjamin lifts a finger and like a trained dog he obediently stays in place.

My shoulder stiffened as I turned around to see Rowena's dark eyes on me. She was about to say something when her neck snapped instantly, and she fell back into the coffin, unconscious. I turned to my left, seeing Benjamin emerge from the single path of the woods. “I didn't miss that voice at all,” He stopped next to me. “What are you doing here?” “You didn't reply to my texts. I was worried,” He spared a quick at the splatter of Emily's blood on the dirt ground. Cocking his head to his side, his visible hazel eyes came back to mine. “Good riddance to the siphon witch,” He swerved back to the coffin. “And her?”

He can’t let Benjamin kill Alice or he would lose his chance of regaining his soul and humanity back. "And what makes you think that this was solely to call you out? Mr. Righteous Vampire." He grinned. His eyes were already glowing in pure amusement at the situation. He got to play, and the person he wanted to see finally came out of his hiding place. "What was the other reason then? Don’t tell me you just wanted to restock on your minions." Elijah glanced at Alice, who was about to pass out. Benjamin’s smile grew wider. "Maybe I do. I think one of them even passed through your backyard, and you decided to adopt him." He was talking about Louise. Elijah was expecting a more violent reaction,

I pulled Benjamin up. "Can you walk?" I asked the witch, knowing full well he couldn't. "I'm only wounded and not an invalid" The witch protested, attempting to drag a feet but the killer pain in the cribs if his stomach attempted to end his life. Benjamin knew damn too well he couldn't support himself to a mere walk, he had also weighed the chances of his survival out of this hellhole. It was next to impossible, he just couldn't admit it that he was losing all the strength he had...he was dying.

Ben noticed Dean's reaction and flashed a warm smile, extending his hand toward him. "Hello, Dean, I’m Benjamin Winston." Dean’s body stiffened slightly, a wave of unfamiliarity and unease washing over him, making it feel like he could hardly breathe. His eyes instinctively flickered over Ben, but then quickly dropped to the floor as he struggled to figure out how to respond. The memories of the past surged within him, and he couldn’t help but question if he was truly ready to face these people. Though he tried to steady his breathing, a sharp sense of caution kept prickling at him, urging him to be on guard.

After making another easy hit he came to the conclusion that he must have been a lead warrior or higher at some stage, but he had little actual fight training and had obviously relied on his size and strength to always be the one to come out on top. He still gave Benjamin a good fight, and he didn’t give up, making Benjamin end his life by ripping out his throat with his claws. Blood sprays everywhere until there is none left and his body shrives and then turns to dust. Benjamin catches his breath and then makes his way over to where Emma is laying on the floor. This time he manages to move her slightly and bite into his wrist. He places it over her mouth, getting her to swallow a reasonable

and walked to the door. Opening the door, my eyes widened when I came in front of Benjamin. "Hi Princess." He waved a gun and I blinked. 'Don't be so shocked, they are the Mafia people.' My subconsciousness mumbled and I gulped, looking down to see the other man dead. He looked down as well and clicked his tongue. "He's too dumb...I just had the urge to stick my gun into his mouth!" Benjamin said again, and this time...there was no denying he was Bennett's brother!