Benjamin Black Author Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

Evelyn touched her nose, lowered her voice, and asked tentatively, "If you want mental compensation, can you ask for less money?" Hearing this, Benjamin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was seriously thinking about this question. However, Evelyn couldn't be more anxious. The longer he kept silent, the uneasier she was. She was afraid that he would not let her go. She liked reading novels, including the stories of rich and famous families. She also knew that some rich people were very difficult to deal with. She was afraid that Benjamin, who dressed well and looked handsome, would suddenly blackmail her. "Is that okay?" She put her palms together devoutly and looked at him with expectant

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.

Now, it just felt heavy. I slid out of bed, grabbing Benjamin’s silk robe from the closet, the scent of cedar and something uniquely him clinging to the fabric. It was the only armor I could find. I followed the familiar sound of sizzling and the rich aroma of coffee downstairs. Benjamin was at the kitchen island, his back to me, the picture of composed domesticity. He was wearing dark sweatpants and a simple gray t-shirt, his hair still damp from a shower. He looked less like a corporate titan who had just resigned and more like the unattainable man from my dreams.

Cheryl paused, neither advancing nor retreating. She spoke first, her expression hardening, and her voice sharp as she questioned, "What exactly are you trying to do, Benjamin?" Benjamin stopped just two steps away, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his forearms. Instead of answering her directly, his gaze lingered on her tightly pressed lips. In a calm, almost matter-of-fact tone, as if he were stating something mundane, he said, "Picking you up after work."

By Author Haven Richmond Blackwood. The End....

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and