Who Is Ben In Lost Novels & Stories

Make no mistake, he could be bad and inconsiderate or just mean, but it was more to do with not thinking than being an evil soul, at least in my humble opinion. Ben was a follower. I say that because wherever Paul went, Ben followed. He wasn’t a thinker either, nor a leader. If Paul did it, then Ben had to as well. Ben was about five-foot-eight with an average build. He had straight dark brown hair and wore disco clothes whenever he could. I would have been embarrassed, but Ben had no shame. His entire goal in life was, as he put it, ‘To get as much—a bad word—as I can before I die.’

“I just… I need time. I need to figure out who they are, who I am in all of this. But I don’t even know where to start.” Ben nodded, his gaze steady. “Well, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got me, for starters.” “Yeah, where were you again?” I teased lightly, though the words held a hint of truth. Ben smiled sheepishly. “Alright, alright. You caught me. I was… preoccupied.” “With what?” His grin widened, and for the first time that night, there was a spark of excitement in his eyes. “I found her.” I blinked. “Her?”

Was she planning to stay with the crew from the beginning of the shooting? Ellena chose the furthest seat from Jasmine and sat down. Just as she sat down and took out her phone, she heard someone called out to her from behind, "Hello, Miss Smith." Actually Ellena was not sure if that person called her or not. After all, everyone went to curry favor with Jasmine. Moreover, she might not be the only one with the surname Smith. Ellena turned around and saw a familiar face. "Benjamin?" He was the lead actor of Lost City 1 and also had an unusual relationship with Natalie.

I whispered to her. She nodded her head and tiptoed away. “Yes, one of the kidnappers who helped them escape was one of my boys, but I got him killed before he could return to Raymond.” No wonder that guy never showed up to collect the money I promised him. Ben is a devil, Yet he looks so innocent. Who could have thought Ben would do all these? Hearing him say the evil things he has done makes me want to cry. Why didn't I notice this from him from the beginning?

Caroline: [How did this person connect with you, Lia?] Liora: [He didn't connect with me but Uncle Ben. As for how, I don't know…] Liora briefly explained Benjamin's decision to send her back to Angelbay with Keane. However, Caroline was at a loss. 'How does Keane know Benjamin from his time in Spania? Why did he connect with Benjamin? Why return with just Lia? Has Keane investigated my background?'

“No Ben, you need to understand, your father lied to me this whole time. I had no idea who I truly was until I left the academy. Ben my mother was a demon. I am only half human… half hunter. The other half of me is demon. Not just any demon, I am a founding member of the underworld. “Darren knew Ben, he knew everything. But he wanted to use me for his own benefit.” “I said stop! Stop with the lies Avalon.” Bens tears turned to anger, he looked at me, his features turning cold as he drew himself up to his full height. “ Why are you doing this? Are you trying to turn me against my own family? You degrade yourself with demons, and now you expect me to believe the lies that are spilling from you

"You look like you've lost weight, Chloe." "Just took a long trip, Ben," I said with a light smile. Ben used to be a "fixer" for the local outfits. Even in retirement, the sharp glint in his old eyes was enough to scare off any low-level thugs. "Glad you're back, kid. My damn old injury would've finished me off if you'd stayed away any longer. I ran out of that salve you mixed up." "Me too, Chloe! I can't sleep worth a damn without that incense."

I told her goodbye and then went into my room, Ben behind me. The second I closed the door, Iooked into his eyes, and asked, “What the hell is going on?” I could tell Ben was fighting to get back to his old self. He ran a hand through his hair and rested his other hand on his hip, taking a moment to compose himself before he looked at me. I was still waiting, my eyes wide, my arms open, palms up. Ben blew out a deep breath and said, “That was him.” I was so confused. My forehead wrinkled as I stared at him. “What? Who was… who?”

“You see that spoiled brat? If he was my son, I’d beat some discipline into him right now.” “I’m sure Ben had a reason, Mrs. Walter. He may be violent, but he’s righteous.” I argue when I see the woman getting violent. I turn to Ben and ask him calmly. “Tell me, Ben, why did you hurt your friend?” Ben shares a glance with the boy and then turns to me. “He said I don’t have a daddy. He said my daddy left me.” I gape at what Ben tells me and take him in a hug when he breaks into sobs.

As he released Josh from the embrace, he glanced at the man dressed in a black suit and instructed him, "Benjamin, drive Josh back home." Benjamin, the driver, nodded. Josh also nodded in confirmation before making his way out of the house. Josh strode out of the mansion, his mind filled with a lot of thoughts. He was still very shocked by the fact that he had just met his maternal grandfather and also found out a few things about his mom.