Benjamin Black Author Novels & Stories

He opened the black bag behind him, a leather-coated bag strong enough to stop the flow of oxygen in it. Countless grey papers crawled out of the bag, different imprints from different publishing presses on the headings. Though they mostly had the same news and sometimes copied themselves despite the copyright restrictions, it all felt different to my father. “Thanks, Mr. Hazel.” I collected the papers from him, giving him the spare change Dad had left on the dining table before heading for work.

The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power. As Ifenna stared at the book again, feeling confused and tired, another disheartening thought occurred to him. It was one of the pages of the book that had been written with the title of a man who shared the surname with a woman he met about two years ago. The title of the page he was looking at was written in bold capital letters. JAMES BLACKWHEEL

Vivianne’s drive burned in my pocket; its secrets— her rebellion against Talia, her plea for forgiveness—were urging me along, a mother’s love I couldn’t yet believe in. The penthouse itself looked like a castle made of glass and steel, the jagged silhouette of downtown San Francisco beyond. Benjamin Blackvale was in a wheelchair and his frail figure was diminished by the depth of his anger, his gray eyes cold as ice and his words laced with venom. “You ain’t no son,” he spat at Elijah, his voice quaking with fury. “Elijah is your heir, not Ethan,” I seethed, my eyes glinting, defiant. “Ethan burnt Blackvale, set us up, worked for The Oracles. Look at the evidence.” I passed him the drive, t

Benjamin stated. “Oh, I don’t know. I wonder if your two lives are worth it?” Blake said with a smile. “I would advise you not to take this too far, Elon. Our family doesn’t take to blackmail kindly. If my family finds out about this, it’ll be your ass,” Benjamin said through clenched teeth, forgetting his etiquette.

I wonder if Ben has ever tried the scenes in these books? Damn, I'm getting wet .... I turned around again, wanting to observe Ben's expression as he spoke. Consider it a distraction from the book I just read. "This? That's a lot of books." He was still standing in the same position, leaning back while looking around uneasily and replied, "Novels from my work." "Authors?" I opened the page that showed the names of the book's authors, the entire team involved. Ben shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm the editor."

So, thank you. 4. BBTB was a last minute idea. I usually know my stories, go through them in my head before I start writing them. But in the case of BBTB, I just started. I started first, then wrote the outline later. 5. Benjamin’s birthday is inspired by mine. I was born on October 17. Alright. I think that’s all the fun fact.

I started toward him when a figure stepped out in front of me, blocking my path. Benjamin—per usual—wore his spite for me openly. It was displayed in a cocky grin, that showed his blood-tainted fangs. “You are looking quite thin these days, brother,” he said, peering me over. “Still drinking from blood bags? We have a hearty supply of slaves for the taking, you know. There is no reason to live like a commoner.” I lifted my chin, watching Benjamin from the slits of my eyes. “What exactly do you want?” I asked.

He had an entire shelf full of little figurines shaped like horses. Benjamin spotted a book face down on the nightstand next to his bed. The Beta sat down, grabbed the book, and chuckled at the title. Of course, “War Horse”. Benjamin flipped through a few pages but couldn't get into it. It just wasn't his type of story. Now if it had to do with werewolves kicking some ass, he wouldn't put the book down until he finished. As Benjamin set the book down, he heard a gasp at the door. The Beta's head snapped in its direction, and his wolf pressed forward at the sight of their mate.

how ironic it sounds, the one who brings colors to life carries a hollow black heart. BENJAMIN DIOR WALKER (HER BROTHER)(SECOND LEAD) The 25 year old lethal billionaire , Benjamin is a hound hunting for blood and power. Malice runs in his veins. His salvation is the cacophony of his nemesis and darkness his confidant. He has an hobby of collecting paintings and admires an artist named ‘R.Cz’. The only genuine optimism in his life, saving his sanity is his sister – Serene aka LILY. For her, he’s a cuddly elder brother not a cunning beast that the world around her fears.

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.