Ben Hur Novels & Stories

The only thing I can truly commend him for is his perfect balance between self preservation and being truly protective over his friend, Isaiah. "I still can't believe you're willing to let a rebel stay here just to keep your identity hidden," I muse, flipping through my pages, trying to find something deeper back into the history. I'm not the best at reading, nor did I learn much history since I didn't have an opportunity to go to school. Zire tilts his head back and forth, slightly too long red hair grazing his brows. "I have my reasons." "Fine. Do you have information?" I question.

They could just enjoy each other without complications. I dialed the number I had for Barnaby. It rang, and when the voicemail picked up, I knew I had the correct number. I left a message stating who I was and asked Barnaby to call me back. Veronica, his human servant, screened all of his calls. Her polite and professional message let me know it was still the correct number. They had been together for over 100 years now. I would like to talk to Veronica and ask her some questions about how she felt about being his servant.

She should have done a better job in concealing her identity. But she still struck me as odd. Quinn Harper, as an eighteen-year-old billionaire's daughter, had about just as much information on her as her alias. She was kept away from the public eye and from what I could tell, completely oblivious to the happenings around her. What a shame. Daddy should have really thought things through before sending his little princess into a wolf pack with me as the alpha. I was going to enjoy playing with her before tossing her back when I finally grew bored.

Her mom intervened with a fake smile as she glared at Sabeerah, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay." Hassan said fidgeting. "So can you tell us a bit about yourself Hassan." Her mother asked him. Sabeerah noticed he looked over to his dark skinned friend who gave him a nod of encouragement. Lacks confidence! "Well I'm Hassan Bashir, I'm from Gombe state, I'm the third child out of ten. I am a banker and I own my apartment at Jabi." He smiled with mild pride at the last part, Sabeerah looked at him with a small smile.

“Hello.” It was a female voice that I did not recognise; I felt my gut twist. “Is Brax there?” “He’s a little busy at the moment,” I heard a snigger under her voice, “Can I take a message.” I heard Brax in the background, “Babe, who is it?”

I fix myself. We park and exited the car. We enter the elevator and go to the 12th floor of the building. "Mr. Brooklyn!" An old man shouted. Hilary's dad and the old man bro hug each other and shake hands. "Here's my daughter Hilary." I bowed and shake hands. "And here's my son, Richard." A five-foot and nine inches tall guy wearing a mask extends his hand. I shake hands with him. "So let's talk about the wedding?" My eyes almost got out in my eye socket. "WEDDING!?"

She turned around to look at the person who just stepped on her foot. "Stop where you are Rainn!" she gritted out while rolling her eyes at the guy who just stepped on her foot. The guy halted and turned around to look at her. His lips curled up into an evil smile. He moved closer to her and stood in front of her towering over her. She was tall no doubt but he was way taller. "Miss perfect is calling out my name? Then today must be my lucky day." He smiled at her. Only she knew who he truly was. He was the captain of the basketball team and One of the hottest guys and also the biggest bully in the school.

Labeebah's aunt blinked over and over like a doll, wondering how her sister ever even entangled herself with the current Vice President. "She looks exactly like Bushratou. Labeebah looks exactly like Bushratou. She has never looked like anyone else." Her mother chuckled at her daughter's abilties to disagree. She continued to chuckle, hard, hard enough to lean back in the seat she was in. Ibrahim was in pure shock. Every family had it's secrets, they said but this secret was enough to topple a nation. "Why do you think anyone would have the need to kill her before anyone else knows. A DNA test has been carried out already, it's confirmed." Labeebah's aunt, could not speak, she only shook her

“Thank you for the compliment. I’m Leah. And you must be from the Blackwell clan?” The man stood and reached out a hand to her, which she reluctantly shook. “Yes. I’m Theodore Blackwell. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Leah sat down on the sofa next to her father facing Theo and assessed him. He seemed nice enough, but would he be strong enough in the future to stand by her side when she eventually took over the Sullivan clan. Leah doubted it. The man may be kind of charming, but charm didn’t win fights. If her clan were ever to be attacked in the future, Leah didn’t think she would be able to depend on him to have her back.

She left the complex feeling relieved, even stopping at a store to pick up cleaning supplies and a bucket of white paint. By the time she finally arrived at the underground fight club, it was already 7:30 PM. Hauling her purchases to her work booth, she tucked them under the table and sighed, adjusting her scarf. Sebastian, the six-foot-four, Hulk-sized security guy, walked in, flashing her a rare smile. "Hello, little lady." Mona grinned. "Hi, Sebastian. How's life treating you?" "Fine. Just hoping today's a good night." "I hope so too."