Benjamin Black Author Novels & Stories

From time to time the animals bleated at each other as if exchanging words, and tried to push their fellows away from the most delicious areas of grass. Johann hated the Black Cliff and dreamed to leave it, break out of the mustiness of the eternal fog and head south where it was always warm as in summer, the harvest ripened faster, and the air smelled lavander and peaches. Capital people delivered groceries for sale in the villages the Black Cliff.

I felt a change in Lorenzo's stance when he turned to meet my eyes, surprise and pride swirled in those brown depths. Vincent cleared his throat, finally averting his gaze from my chest and finally looking into my eyes, a hint of nervousness on his expression, "Of course," A nervous chuckle left him, "I would expect no less from the sister of Elijah Black." Elijah Black. It seemed it was a surname they all gave themselves. So, what then was Lorenzo's real last name? I made a mental note to ask the man as we walked away from Vincent and Sophia. I had a feeling I was going to see them again, unfortunately.

The thought of it just made him feel happy. Benjamin was famous in Drunham City for being merciless. He was also brutal to the people who crossed him. But in the next second, Benjamin suddenly turned around and gave Tanner a tight slap. Tanner immediately stumbled, throwing up a mouthful of blood and spitting out two teeth Rage was burning in Benjamin's eyes as he bellowed with a flushed face, "You're the insolent one! What kind of attitude is this? How could you speak to Mr. Cole like this? Are you trying to have yourself killed?"

Black The Origin Chapter 37: Stepping out. It was a busy street in the Arzona Capital. At the market, lots of tourists and citizens have preoccupied the streets. Alkhun whose wearing his black cloak keeps bumping on different people in the streets. It has been weeks since he started traveling avoiding any capitals. He headed to the Capital of Arzona in the southern part of the East Continent.

She has the look on. I sighed silently. I have to talk to him. Then came the newest guest in the pack. Benjamin. He strode inside like he owns the place in his usual color. Black. He didn't waste time in grabbing a seat. Well the past days he's been here, he has been inviting himself for breakfast. At first I thought his presence was the cause of Cameron's agitation but it's not. Cameron barely noticed him, or rather just prefer to ignore him, focussing on whatever problems he has.

Rebellion tasted delicious. Benjamin emerged late afternoon, looking drained. The sharp suit couldn’t hide the shadows under his eyes. He didn’t head for the exit. He walked straight to my pod. "Ready?" "For what? More thrilling paperwork?" "Home." He said it like it was something personal, like the only safe place left. The drive back to the penthouse was silent. Tense. Benjamin stared out the window, lost in a maze of corporate intrigue and murder plots. I stared at the back of the driver’s head, wondering if he had access to the brakes.

Benjamin cut him off coldly, “a mother’s murderer and I cannot live under the same sky. This is only the beginning.” Click. The line went dead. Brady’s legs gave out. He collapsed to the floor, trembling. A mother’s murderer and I cannot live under the same sky. This is only the beginning. Those words thundered in his ears, sending a wave of terror through him. So that was why Benjamin hadn’t called the police. He wanted to ruin him slowly. To strip him of everything. “No, no, no…” Brady choked out, tears spilling. “Benjamin, you bastard, you can’t do this to me. I clawed my way to where I am today. These billions—I earned them with my blood and sweat!”

“It’s never over.” She turned toward the shattered archway where dawn spilled into the snow. “But it’s our turn to write what comes next.” Zevran fell into step beside her, their hands brushing once—no claim, no confession, just alignment. Behind them, the Court whispered. Ahead of them, the mountains waited. And beneath them, far below, the heart of the world dreamed of a Black Moon rising—and the woman who might finally teach it mercy.

Marcus demanded, his Alpha voice resonating against the stone walls. Benjamin's laugh held no humour. "Family? You exiled me. Gave me an ultimatum and then washed your hands when I struggled." "We tried to help you," Elena countered, maternal pain evident in her voice. "You refused every offer." "Because your help came with conditions!" Benjamin's control cracked, showing the raw wound beneath. "Be a proper Blackwood. Control your impulses. Honour the bloodline." His gaze fixed on Casie again. "While she got to run away and play human, I got lectures about responsibility."

[ Sequel to "Forced Marriage With CEO." The story revolves around Aaron Black, the son of Myra and Austin Black. It is a stand-alone book, so it is up to you whether to read Book-I or not.] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NEW DELHI, INDIA No one is so brave that he is not disturbed by something unexpected. Life is a shipwreck, but we must not forget tossing in the lifeboats. Aaron Black, The heartless, rude, and arrogant CEO of the Black Empire, was getting ready for the meeting. He hates girls. Something terrific happened in his past that changed his tip-to-toe. He arrived here a week ago to establish his new firm in India.