Benedict X Novels & Stories

Rose said, "While you're at it, drag Jericho back to wherever you found him, too. I will be in my chambers once you finally figure out another plan that does not involve any of them." The old man sighed tiredly. "Rose...did you really think that every time I say you have no choice, I say it just to be difficult?" Rose paused, studying the priest carefully. Father Benedict had the immortal blessing of the Christian God, and he had been the leader of his loyal followers for centuries. Rose had always been amazed at how ageless he looked. But at that moment, it seemed like the years had caught up to him all at once. He looked haggard and tired, and his hands shook as he pushed his spectacles fu

The bishop was pained that he was out in a situation like this, he had no choice at the moment, than to do what Buddy has said. "What should I tell the congregation?" He said, resigning to his fate. "Excellent!!!!" Buddy said with a full smile on his face. *** NEW YORK CITY... Ominicient P.O.V When Xavier arrived at David Bishop's apartment, he was surprised to see that David was just up and ready to go for the meeting. "Uncle Xavier? What are you doing here? I thought you would be at the table?" He asked, cleaning off the stain from his shoe. "Are you just getting ready to go for the meeting at the round table?" Xavier asked.

"And I know that she knows where we met." "She does?" Filomena questions, raising an eyebrow and staring at me. "Since you don't remember me, we met in Senegal... when you visited Richard." "Oh, right," X says, pretending to remember. "I apologize for not remembering you." "Alright, I know it was only two days and it was difficult to remember everyone who was part of the organization. But I'm glad that someone there actually cares about helping others." "I only do what Jesus taught us: Love your neighbor as yourself," X says, staring intensely at me. Unbelievable how low he can stoop, loving your neighbor as yourself? Yeah, right...

"I don't know you." Blushing, Benedict felt as though he had gotten turned down after trying to chat somebody up. Xena rolled her eyes and anxiously asked, "Dear, are you sure you've seen her before?" Benedict gave her a firm nod. "Yes, I'm sure." Immediately, Xena's expression shifted. She knew Benedict way too well. Every day, he was either loafing in an entertainment outlet or on the way to one. Where else could he have met Helen before? It had to be at some entertainment outlet!

Benedict's icy glare felt like a winter storm, chilling Sabrina to her core. Her heart raced with a mix of fear and heartbreak as she faced him. He was Benedict Thompson, the only heir to the Thompson estates, a man known more for his wild ways than for his business brilliance. At a young age, he became a billionaire and led BMX Estates, a huge architectural firm. Now, he paced angrily in his family’s luxurious living room, each step echoing the thick tension in the air.

Christopher had said. Christopher hated sycophants, and he had always felt that Benedict was one of them, which was why Christopher had made up his mind to change his lawyer right after he was crowned heir and successor. “Go straight to the point and tell me why we are here when everyone else is in the living room paying their last respect to my father,” Christopher had charged Benedict. Benedict had almost felt small and uncomfortable then. “Your father had a standing agreement with Don Grander before he passed,” Benedict had begun.

​ Instead of answering Benedict's question, I heaved a sigh alone and let my silence speak for me. ​ Xavier won't hold his tongue and speak. “That's what I'm curious about. My man is not the type who gets absent-minded just because he’s bothered. And worse is it's about a girl.” ​ “Let's try hearing him out. Maybe I can help?” ​ I snorted at Benedict. “You can't even fix your secret affair with your secretary and you're offering help?” ​ Instead of being provoked by my statement, Benedict chose to team up with Xavier to get a further reaction from me. I hate it because it's working. I'm reacting.

Surely, there was never smoke without fire, and beneath this smoke was a brightly burning, dangerously heating, and fast-spreading fire. "Let me begin by offering my condolences to you, The Romanos, for the unfortunate and untimely loss of Charles, who, as we all know, was a father, and also a friend." This voice belonged to Johnathan Bennett, the Patriarch of The Bennett family. He is also the CEO of Bennett Conglomerate and the long-time rival of Charles. He was seated clad in a suit and tie, his face was filled with sadness.

“You idiot! You know you’re not a match for him with that physique!” “I was the one who asked for it, Sir. He merely accepted.” “You bloodthirsty little…” Alexander couldn’t help but sigh at his servant’s one weakness, and that was the challenge of and thirst for a fight. “Any news about Nicodemus?” “Nothing about him… but there’s something of interest about his visitor.” “Oh, the human. His name… what was it again?” “Benedict, sir. Also called Ben.” Joseph took the paper from Alexander’s hand and smacked him lightly, imitating the one his master did earlier.

Her fears subsided a little as he made her feel more at ease. He offered her a cup of water which she accepted. After he handed her the cup he sat down opposite Hester. “I am Benedict. I am now the ruler of this kingdom and I aim to restore the people’s faith in their ruler and to make this kingdom an example for all neighbouring kingdoms to follow.” Hester listened as she watched Benedict. He was not arrogant or pompous but was sincere in what he was saying. She detected no malice in his tone or words. She thought his intentions as stated were honorable but unachievable. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth.