Ben Hur Novels & Stories

she says as the receptions hand me a key and my identification card back with a smile. "Enjoy your stay," she says and smiles at the two of us. "Cone on, I'll show you our room. It's beautiful. It's got a great view of the city." she says as I grab my duffle bag off the floor and follow her. She holds my hand dragging me toward the elevator. "Russell Knight. Just the man I wanted to meet." a dark voice vibrates in the back of us, making us turn. I stand in shock, seeing a man similar to my Uncle Fred, but with a darker demeanor. He was just a tad shorter and had lighter hair than Uncle Fred. Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother.

Kesari and Anjana, also smiled at each other, made themselves busy with Hanuman. ‘Kesari…’, Bruhashpati entered the hall. Hall was decorated nicely. But the odd thing was that it was decorated with the various waste parts of spacecraft, he amazed, ‘What is this? A baby needs toys, not the parts of such a device.’ Kesari stood up and walked to Bruhashpati, managed his cloth as Hanuman played with it, ‘Dear, father – Hanuman will become a great engineer in the field of space science. And so, he will be interested in the same field. He must start his journey with these toys only.'

The man bled from head to toe, but he stood his ground in front of my father, his heart racing as he feared the Pakhan attacking him. “Your son has crossed all limits…” “His name is Alpha Nathan, and I believe that you are well aware that this is HIS pack’s grounds” dad said, glaring at the man. My heart swelled with so many feelings that I didn’t know how to express. Mom kept her eyes on dad from a distance, her own heart racing as she looked at the man she grew up loving before she ended up fearing.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Had it been a different situation, I would have been down dancing with the other people, but business was business, and in this situation, both money and power spoke when it came to the men that we, or more specifically, I was dealing with; therefore, me acting like a fool was not going to be an option. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” Ezra asked one last time. I smiled at his concern and nodded. This soft side of the man was not one that I expected to see, especially since I knew his reputation, but that only showed me how to never judge a book by its cover. The man who I believed would have been hard to deal with was being gentle with me. He was known to be a killer, but having spent the p

Aria asked in a faltering voice, starting to nag. “H-He's Hugo, the Cursed One,” Mr. Baga replied in a voice that was still trembling. For a moment Aria stopped crying and looked at Mr. Baga through the rearview mirror above him. “How do you know that is Hugo the Cursed? I thought you were just a human!” Mr. Baga took a deep breath, his gaze glancing at the side mirror many times, making sure the man didn't follow them. “I am indeed human, miss,” Mr. Baga clarified. “But I know about your world.”

My eyes met with the familiar brown orbs of the person I was avoiding, he grinned, smirking devilishly. "Hiding from someone bitch?" He asked, grabbing on to my arms tightly. I kept mute, Jamaal derives pleasure in hurting me. Jamaal Amir Haidar was the sex god of Crown high school, captain of the football team. Mr drop dead gorgeous, ever fresh, good looking and proud. What else could I describe him with, obnoxious, proud, why shouldn't he be proud. His mum has the largest boutiques and shopping malls in the world, his father Minister Haidar, a very respected sheikh was the minister of finance.

“Why do you hate Arthur so much now? He used to be your role model for men. Mom, what happened?” “Sam, wake up! He is cursed and would be dead soon. You and I are very much aware of that.” “Is that why you and dad are gathering opposes to overthrow him?” “Look Sam, there are things that even you with all your wisdom wouldn’t be able to understand from an elder’s viewpoint. You must learn to switch things up when the time comes without being so emotional about it. Arthur Murray is doomed. Maxwell Murray is the new leader and we must embrace him now before it is too late.”

Jonathan's my older brother. I grumbled as I put on my hoodie and walked downstairs, as I neared the living room, I heard his and my mum's voice, but there was another deep and slightly unfamiliar one. I walked faster just to see the owner of that sexily deep voice, and I was not disappointed. He stood a few inches taller than Jonathan, black hair and beautiful sapphire eyes. Yup he'll do. "He's probably here to steal some more food." I said for them to acknowledge me.

Hector Womanizer—check. Cocky—check. Dangerous—checkmate. Staying away from him was indisputably the sensible thing to do. The problem? She wasn't just drawn to him; she was utterly mesmerized... Charlotte Brennan is no stranger to heartache and mortification. Her past is full of both. So when amazing and incredibly intense Hector Ayala, literally jumps into Charlee's life, her walls are immediately up. Letting her guard down and sharing her past and deepest secret is not happening. Charlee is not looking to get her heart crushed once again. However, her willpower proves to be no match for Hector's mesmerizing pull.