You Shouldn't Have Done That Ben Drowned 소설 & 이야기

His sobs made my own body vibrate as I cried for my son. "Forgive me, Taylor. I couldn't save our son. A rogue couple attacked on the highway on our way back home. The sentinels and I had taken care of them but their hidden partners jumped out of the trees and attacked us. O-one of them dragged Cian out of the car and took him inside the dark woods. I... I only found blood and his..." Ben paused to cry. "His raincoat near an acid marsh. T-they killed him." Flashback end...

Tammy immediately screamed, "You were never his dad in the first place! How could you possibly be his dad?" I looked at her coldly and patted Daryl's head. "It's okay. This isn't your fault. She was the one being rude." Then, I turned to Lily and said, "Since the truth is out, it's obvious that Daryl here was the victim after all, and I believe that Ms. Gilbert should be the one apologizing. Or, I don't mind waiting for her parent to arrive so they can apologize together." Lily didn't know what to do anymore and hesitated.

Splash! They pushed me off the cruise ship. I fell with a loud splash. Then, everything went silent in the water. I only remembered their faces as they pushed me into the sea. They did this because Violet’s necklace fell overboard while we were on holiday here. My husband, Shaun Doe, suggested that I go down to search for it because I was the only one who knew how to swim. My mouth tasted salt. I did not know whether it was because of the seawater or my tears.

He threw me the only life preserver and shouted, "Live for me. Go see the world out there." Then, he jumped into the water, choosing to stay behind and die with Victoria. He said, "Vicky, if we can die together in this lifetime, maybe that's a kind fate for us too." However, fate had its own twist. Only Victoria died—Patrick was pulled from the flood just in time by his teammates. Afterward, I developed a critical illness and could only survive with the help of an oxygen tank. One day, while the nurse had stepped out, Patrick pulled the plug on my oxygen and tried to kill me.

Cillian dropped his head back against the wall with a groan. So this is how it ends. Dumped in a forgotten well like the town idiot in a Greek tragedy. Ben’s done it again, he thought, bitterly. First he threw me in prison. Now a grave without a funeral. If the concussion didn’t kill him, dehydration would. If dehydration didn’t, then a blood sucking raccoon from the creek would. By the time Kent would realize he was gone, the raccoon would be looking for its second meal. “Perfect.” Despite the hopeless situation, when Cillian collapsed to the ground again, his mind drifted to Benita.

We were already too late. Ben had escaped!!!

Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don, once made me a promise. If I proposed to him fifty-one times on livestream for the whole world to see, he would show up for the fifty-second and finally make our relationship public. But when the night of my fifty-second proposal came, Raffaele was in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart, Gianna. He bought her an entire yacht just to put a smile back on her face. I became the laughingstock of the internet. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Gianna was upset. I only went with her because she needed a change of scenery. That's why I missed it. Don't read too much into this.” “I'll say yes when you propose for the fifty-third time. Then you'll be my

During a family banquet, four-year-old Benjamin Miller is made to kneel and apologize to Hannah Garber's husband, all because he called her "Mommy" in front of everyone. Samuel Miller arrives at the scene to find the banquet hall empty and blood on the ground. The housekeepers pour buckets of water across the floor, washing off the blood again and again. With red eyes, Samuel rushes forward and grabs one of the housekeepers by the arm. "Where's Ben? Where's my son? Where is he?" The accosted housekeeper shrugs off Samuel's grip. "How the hell should I know? I should be in bed at this damn hour, but instead, I'm here scrubbing blood off the floor!" Samuel, his eyes still red with tears,

said Eren remembering his old friend. "Then where is he now?" asked Ben as he licked his ice cream. "He's dead..." Eren said as he lowered his face. Eren's face turned sad. He still blames himself for Ben's death. "Don't be sad anymore. Let's go home now. The ice cream is finished," said Ben trying to comfort Eren. Eren and Ben walk back to Jessica's house. "Hey, you guys home?" Jessica asked when she saw her son and Eren enter the house.

His shoulder was bleeding but he looked unharmed otherwise. We went through the open door and into the sunlight. “Kill him!” Ben’s voice yelled. The black wolf darted back pushing me and Matt back as they opened fire. Matt howled in fury and mourning. I heard the bullets landing and the thump of a body on the ground. Then, Ben was laughing, “I told you you wouldn’t make it out of here alive! Last chance, Matt or you’ll end up just like Mordecai.”