Benjamin Black Author Novels & Stories

Three days later, Benjamin was going on a business trip. He got to the middle of the road. There was no one on the road. People usually don’t pass on that road because it is quite dangerous. Because he was late for work, he decided to use that road because it was the shorter road to get to his destination. "Boss, we are ambushed," his secretary said. "He raised his head and realized they were surrounded by a large group of people in a black outfit."

"You really think you're the first to dangle a shiny leash and talk about needs?" Timothy's voice cut through the room like a serrated blade. He leaned back against the cold mahogany of the bedpost, his fingers digging into the duvet. Gideon Blackwell moved into his space, his bulk blotting out the light from the hallway. Those gold eyes, rimmed with the dark legacy of the Blackwell line, didn't blink. "You’ve never had a real high, Timothy. Not the kind that makes you forget your own name. Don't you want to know what it’s like to actually lose control?"

Ben asked when he found Rain too focused in one direction. "I just feel like someone is watching us." Rain turned to look at Ben. That morning Benjamin was dressed in all black. The color of the clothes favored Ben's body color, which was Ben's pale hair and skin, making him look even more handsome. "No one is more attractive than you," Rain continued. "It's just that this place… reminds me of something." "Shall we go in and check?" Before Rain could answer, Benjamin grabbed Rain's hand, and they almost ran into the cabin. The cabin was not locked. It was a bit dusty and dirty, but there was no sign of anyone having been in there.

He closed the book and placed it on the bedside table and took off his glasses. "You read?" Isabella asked "I like reading" Benjamin said "Me too" Isabella said excited at having a common hobby "Oh that's great. We could share our books" Benjamin said "What were you reading?" Isabella asked as she sat on the bed facing him. "The Battle of Belonging" "What is the plot? Is it action genre?" Isabella asked Benjamin chuckled "It's not fiction Isabella. It's a book on patriotism and nationalism. Written by a famous politician." Benjamin said and Isabella made a face

Aaron Riverwood As I left the office, I couldn’t get over Aaron’s words. They kept playing repeatedly in my mind. Benjamin was the only man I trusted with all of my secrets. He was always so sweet and nice. A complete opposite of the devil disguised in the skin of Adonis. ‘Benjamin is a liar.’

"That's Mr. Agony's business, Black. You don't want him to cut off your head, do you? Then shut your fucking mouth right now!" Black shut up instantly after hearing Blue's threat which was probably the same sentence Benjamin always uttered. It was natural for them to feel scared; Benjamin was very creepy. "Blue ... please let me go. I don't want Benjamin to finish me, Blue," whimpered Ivory begging for mercy from the man who was also helpless. "It's none of my business, Miss. You'd better stick to what he asks if you want to survive." Those words were enough for Ivory to know how ruthless and terrifying Benjamin was behind that handsome and charismatic face that Ivory had admired for a momen

“What should we do then?” Ben’s face brightened up after thinking for a while. “Let's go to Augustus, I'm sure he will help us.” “The rogue King?” His wolf asked. “Yes. The rogue King,” Ben confirmed. Augustus Black, who used to be an oracle of the goddess, was a terrible man. All his life, he has fought against the royal family of the Black Hound pack, since the time of Adams' father. Ben hurried out of the mansion and was soon out of the pack, heading to an undisclosed location.

Yvonne's voice became melancholic as she spoke. Several times, she had asked Benjamin for the black card. Benjamin, on the other hand, consistently asserted that Yvonne did not absolutely need the black card because it was a limited-edition, global card with excessive power. This is the reason behind Yvonne's conviction that Hazel had pilfered the black card. Why would Benjamin give Hazel the black card when everyone knew how much he detested her?

And even if Zenith plays dumb, he’s not someone to be underestimated. “Who did she ask for help?” I asked, a small smirk forming on my lips. Feeling a little more alive, I walked over to a chair and sat down. “It’s that man, Benjamin,” Zenith replied. “At first, I didn’t understand how Ma’am Lessie was able to take action… until I found out who helped her.” “He can’t lift the blacklist, but he’s busy playing around with Lessie. How annoying.”

[ Charlotte ] "It wasn't necessary, Mr. Blackwood. Trust me, I'm not offended by last night's incident." Benjamin waved his hand in the air as we seated around a table in a seaside restaurant to have our dinner. I invited Benjamin over phone to meet us and he made it on time. "You can call me Sebestian. I don't like formalities on the table, especially when we're not business partners or enemies." Sebestian smiled as he sliced his fish and put the bite in his mouth.