Novel & Cerita Walking Dead Benjamin

Only when he reached his private residence, the Cloudrise Villa, did he pull to a halt. The ride had been silent. He got out quickly, circling to her side, eager to help her unbuckle. But Wendy had already freed herself and stepped out. Her eyes flicked to the blood staining his shirt, the cuts on his face. Her chest tightened with pain. “This is my place,” Benjamin said. “We’ll talk inside.” He caught her hand again, dragging her toward the door. But before he could open it, it swung inward. Mrs. Jones stood there.

Rebellion tasted delicious. Benjamin emerged late afternoon, looking drained. The sharp suit couldn’t hide the shadows under his eyes. He didn’t head for the exit. He walked straight to my pod. "Ready?" "For what? More thrilling paperwork?" "Home." He said it like it was something personal, like the only safe place left. The drive back to the penthouse was silent. Tense. Benjamin stared out the window, lost in a maze of corporate intrigue and murder plots. I stared at the back of the driver’s head, wondering if he had access to the brakes.

When the werewolf was distracted by it, I gathered all my strength to lift my foot and kick hard on his shin. With a groan in pain, he loosen the force on my neck and crouched down instinctively. I caught the opportunity to break away and rush towards the doorway. But suddenly, I thought about Benjamin. I couldn’t just leave him here. Looking back in panic, I saw Benjamin collapsed on the floor limply. I wasn’t sure if he fainted out or he had just been killed. And both werewolves now targeted at me for savaging, eyes blazing in anger.

he tapped the gun on the desk then raised it to scratch his head. Something about it made me want to laugh, Benjamin? “Benjamin doesn't care about me,” I stated softly. A crackle tore through his walkie talkie and he picked it up, pressing the button on the side. “Sir, we've spotted Benjamin, he's here.”

" The doctor explained and patted her shoulders to reassure her. Two hours later, Benjamin woke up. He thought he was dead, but when he saw Vivian standing beside him, realization hit him. "How can I be alive? I want to die. Why am I still alive?" he asked himself when he woke up. “Benjamin, calm down. Even death has rejected you. If it was your time to do it, you would have died already, but since it wasn’t your time to die, you have come back alive. You should be grateful to God for at least keeping you alive. Let me call the doctor." She said and shook her head in frustration.

The door gave a slight wine as I pushed it open and peeked inside. Benjamin was there. Sprawled on the sofa…sleeping? This was absurd. Of course, it was possible for Vampires to sleep—though entirely unnecessary. We slept for regeneration when we were wounded, for dreams or pleasure or simply to waste time…but there was no reason for Benjamin to be sleeping now. And after such an important conversation. I lowered my gaze to the floor at his feet, where a teacup sat in its own tinted puddle. Alarm jolted me into movement. I rushed to Benjamin and shook him—but his body was limp, and a foaming drool pooled from the corner of his mouth.

Lily and I are skirting around the room, staying quiet and moving out of sight. Benjamin calls out to the dead warriors down the hall. When no one answers, he turns, looking at the warriors that came in with him. “Find the Guardian!”

Emperor does call a symposium but the news regarding Lily's death didn't leak. "Yes, father. As I said before that's not my fault. Who permits her to go there you should ask Benjamin, he had taken her along with him," Carl said frustratingly because it is the second time he came here to confront them. His mother had shut herself in her chamber and stopped talking and eating. And Benjamin is unconscious, which is really eye-catching, how can a vampire be unconscious? "Then how did it happen? Few Benjamin's troop members have said the situation in the mountains is terrible. There are dead bodies all around and a big place in the middle where trees are broken and destroyed the place.

His eyes are closed, but when Kiernan opens them, they are back to their normal color. Benjamin runs to his side, stepping over the blood and muck. He’s crying openly now, and none of us can blame him. The atmosphere is just grim and sad, and all we can do is stand behind him and pat his shoulders, not knowing what else to say. We just wait for him to calm down. Once he gets up, Carlos and I come to him while Drake continues his investigation. “I don’t know who would do this to him,” Benjamin says, wiping his eyes. “I mean, I know that he is far from the best. I know that he messes up sometimes, but I really don’t know who would try to kill him.”

"If Victoria were here, she … Just do it for the sake of Victoria! Hurry up!" Benjamin was like a puppet now. He showed no reaction no matter what the others made him do. Silas made him sit with ease. Wendy tended to Benjamin's wounds. She removed the bullets and looked at the way his wound was already oozing pus. It had even started to decay. Benjamin had gone so far as to endure such an injury for three days. Wendy recalled the kindness that Benjamin and Yves had shown her, as well as the way Victoria had cared for Benjamin.