Novel & Cerita You Shouldn't Have Done That Ben Drowned

” The man was quiet for a while and then Benjamin turned to him with a raised brow; ''His body is not yet found, but the other man with him died so we are assuming he is dead.” Benjamin frowned; he had specifically wanted a clean death; he didn't like complications. “What do you mean, his body was not found?” ''He did not crash against anything as we had expected, rather he drove into the river, and thus the car did not explode,” Benjamin heaved a sigh. ''I don't like this type of mess, I told you not to let him come out alive.”

There was no greater tragedy than a white-haired father being forced to bury his black-haired son, and he refused to let it happen. Benjamin floored the accelerator, chasing the vehicle along the bank. Before long, the car was swept into a shallow bend, wedging itself against the rocks. The moment they stopped, Benjamin and Brad leaped out. Benjamin lunged for the trunk to grab a climbing rope. "I’m going in," Brad said firmly, stopping him. "Your legs can’t handle this kind of cold." Benjamin didn't argue. Having gone a day and a night without food or water, his body was at its limit; he lacked the physical strength for a deep-water rescue.

I sit against the headboard, curling my knees to my chest, seeking comfort and warmth. "How are you feeling?" Benji asks, glancing back at me, his gaze searching for honesty. He walks to the edge of the bed and sits beside me, crossing his legs with an ease that belies his concern. "I'm fine," I respond automatically, the words slipping from my lips with little thought as I maintain a steady gaze. I force a smile despite the turmoil churning within me. "He drowned you," he frowns down to his fingers with dislike.

He clearly failed to recognize Chris as a poisonous individual, and he naively encouraged Jessica to choose Chris over Liam. “You cannot get them, Chris. You will never,” Ben smiled prying his bloody teeth open. He struggled to stand on his feet due to his dwindling strength, and his hand subconsciously searched for something to support him. However, Chris struck Ben's head again with the same flower vase, and this time Ben collapsed on the ground, his head striking the cold surface, making a 'Thud' sound with one last breath Ben breathed out before losing consciousness. The blood splattered on the floor like a torrent. “Master, there are several cars outside of the house!"

Beatrice fainted from the sight of Emily and Joshua falling over the waterfall. “Beatrice! Beatrice!” shouted Brent, catching Beatrice before she hits the ground. “Aunt Beatrice!” shouted Jack. “Aunt Beatrice?” questioned Megan. “Aunt? Are they related to this woman?” SPLASH! Joshua and Emily were both under the water again. Joshua opened up his eyes and saw Emily in front of him trying to swim. He saw her hand trying to reach for the surface, but her body wasn’t going anywhere. He swam over to her and grabbed her by the waist and took her back up to the surface of the water.

he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out. I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe." Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.

His words sent a sharp, needle-like sting through my heart, leaving a dull soreness. I didn't run off to play. I was right here! Panicked, I drifted behind Dad and circled around him. I tried to explain over and over, "Dad, I didn't go out to play. The balcony was too slippery, and I accidentally fell. I'm hanging right outside. Dad, look at me! I'm right next to you!" But he couldn't hear me. My voice was like a faint breeze brushing past his ear, leaving no trace behind. My body passed straight through his shoulder without making a single ripple.

“She said she saw him.” Saw him? When? Why? Before I could ask, the line crackled. “Sienna—listen to me,” he said urgently. “Get here fast. Don’t look back. And whatever you do—” The line glitched. “—don’t let him reach the water.” Then the call ended. My mum looked at me, confused. “Who? Reach what water?” I swallowed hard. Everything in my body shook as I whispered, “Mum… drive faster.”

Tears washed over my face, and even in wolf form I felt weak in the face of the situation. I walked along the banks for two hours until a cloud of black birds caught my attention. I ran toward them as they circled over the middle of the river. There were dozens of birds, forming a kind of circle in the sky—something completely unusual, but which, in that moment, made perfect sense. As I drew closer to the birds, I spotted a rock in the center, and on it lay Benjamin, unconscious. I threw myself into the water, but the current was too strong and dragged me back to the bank. I tried several times until exhaustion took over my body and I nearly drowned.

He was gripping the rope, his small face pale with concentration and fear, utterly overlooked. Then, from somewhere in the middle of the bridge, came a loud, playful shout, followed by a coordinated jump. The bridge bucked like a wild horse. I grabbed for Leo, my own balance gone. A second later, a heavy, wet SPLASH silenced the shrieks. "A child's in the water!" My head whipped toward the sound. There, standing waist-deep in the pond, soaked hair plastered to his forehead, expensive sportswear heavy and dripping, was Ben. He stood frozen, shock and humiliation washing over his features in a wave more potent than the pond water.