Who Is Benjamin In A Discovery Of Witches Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Isn't it obvious? I probably won't be able to get out of bed for three days." Katherine felt the same. Dominic clicked his tongue. "Is it really that bad?" Both women shot him an annoyed look simultaneously. After a while, Jessica suddenly spoke. "Dominic, I found out Benjamin's identity." Dominic and Katherine both turned to her. Jessica put away her phone. "Benjamin is now considered a half-core heir of the Andersons. Although he can't compare to the two heirs, the rest of the family still addresses him as Mr. Benjamin."

The witch that I know now is Princess Cecilia, told him. As I realized what I was seeing, I understood who the others in the room were. The man was King Benji, the Demigod King of witches, the little girl was a young Princess Gwen, & the baby. Oh Goddess! The baby was Princess Genevieve. I watched on as King Benji chanted with his eyes burning a bright green, taking Princess Gwen's memories of this night. He then promised he would ensure that Princess Genevieve was well taken care of, kissed the witch Luna's cheek, she kissed the baby, & he disappeared again with Princess Genevieve.

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!”

But Benjamin’s next words stop me in my tracks. “I can tell you the truth about what Mira knows! About you being a father!” I turn to him slowly. “What?” Benjamin’s face lights up. There’s no hint of deception in his eyes. He knows something. About me being a father…. “I can lead you to your child, Tristan. Or should I say children?”

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!”

" With those words, he signaled subtly with his eyes. His subordinates were determined to snatch Benjamin. Benjamin recognized Calvin. He had visited their home twice before to look for Natalie. He was her friend. If Benjamin went with him, he would definitely get to see Natalie. Thus, Benjamin struggled against the nanny holding him back, crying, "Save me, Uncle Calvin. I want my mom..." "Benjamin, I am your dad." Gabriel was enraged when he saw Benjamin calling for help from an outsider. Gabriel moved faster than Calvin's subordinates, pulling Benjamin from the nanny's grasp and holding him tight. The subordinates backed off at this. Benjamin did not want Gabriel getting close to him. So,

she added, glancing at her colleagues to emphasize the gravity of the situation. Hunter leaned forward, his intense gaze fixed on the screen, where Trisha and Joyril had displayed images of Benjamin’s friend and the mafia they had crossed. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the monitor, as Hunter's mind raced through the information presented to him. Benjamin had always been an artist, someone immersed in creativity and far removed from the intricacies of business dealings. It was no surprise that he’d been duped—he lacked the savvy to navigate the complexities of the trade his friend had led him into. What puzzled Hunter, however, was Benjamin’s initial decision to enter the bu

Kenny grimaced at the sight of the unclean bed but complied, putting Liora on it. Benjamin took out a protective charm and a bottle of holy water, soaking the charm in the water. Kenny's eyes widened in shock. "G, what is this old man doing?" he asked. Caroline shook her head. "I don't know. Let's wait and see in silence." Benjamin placed the bowl on the head of the bed and took two puffs from a cigarette. Suddenly, his body shook twice. Caroline and Kenny could clearly feel the change in Benjamin's demeanor when he opened his eyes, which now looked fierce. He spoke in a sharp, stern voice to Liora. "Come and talk to me if you have grievances. What are you doing in a little girl's body?"

“And you, Benjamin, are a banquet.” He narrowed his eyes but did not step back. “You know me.” “I know of you,” the witch replied, circling him like a vulture. “I know you are a man whose claws slipped from the tree of power, whose enemies now sit in your throne, whose allies abandon you. I know you are drowning. And I know you want more than survival.” Benjamin’s chest heaved, his pride warring with his instinct to snarl at her intrusion. But she was not wrong. Every word stung because it was truth.

Hannah stated softly. I left the women to talk and went in search for a Benji. He was fascinated with researching. If anyone would know who this shadow syndicate was, it was him. It wasn’t hard to find him at all. He was busy observing the new witches and jotting stuff down in his notebook. “Benji,” I called out to him and he quickly made his way over to me. “Yes, your majesty?” “I have a project for you that I think you might like.” I announced.