Benjamin Black Author Novels & Stories

He felt like he was pierced by a needle, and he started trembling. A lunatic like Benjamin would do anything, right? If he cooked, it would just mean that he wanted to add stuff into his food! “You’re evil! You’re way too evil! You’ll end up alone this way.” Aaron followed behind Benjamin and entered the bedroom, leaving Victor and Ivan in the living room. “Both of you can talk to each other first. We’ll talk about Rose Rogers’ blackmail later.” “I’d like to be alone until I die.” Benjamin frowned and gave a cold expression.

“My study is open to you anytime.” Too open. Too easy. Too deliberate. Benita folded her arms slowly. Something about it felt wrong. Damien Blackwell didn’t make careless offers. He didn’t leave doors open. And he definitely didn’t give his enemies access to his territory. Her eyes narrowed. Unless… Her stomach tightened. Unless he wanted to see if she would take the bait. If she would go looking for something. Like the deeds to her father’s company. Benita stared at the door for a long moment.

At the Blackwell Manor, Lord Benjamin Blackwell leaned against the chair and massaged his temple. “What the hell happened today?” He muttered under his breath. At the thought of that, his thoughts drifted to the Princess. He could still remember the smell of her hair, the taste of her skin and the soft flesh of her breasts. Lord Benjamin Blackwell groaned and adjusted his pants. The growing bulge in his pants seemed to have a mind of its own. He’s surprised to see how little restraint he had towards the girl.

King told me. “Ben-Benjamin did this?” I stuttered. “Yes, and I have a feeling he did a lot worse if he was able to get them.” King leaned on the table. “He needed money and found you as the perfect target for his games.” I didn’t need to ask if Benjamin truly was the one. The account was Benjamin’s. I had seen it before. I dropped the papers on the table, spacing out. “This is reason enough for you not to have any pity for him. He doesn’t deserve it,” King said.

About the Author Henry C., also known as Beniochaaaan in wattpad is a big fan of anime. In her free time, she mostly spends it at home watching anime series, listening to Avril Lavigne’s songs or reading mysteries. An incoming college student who found peace and comfort on writing and reading mystery stories. For someone who’s still new in the field of writing, she’s still exploring every genre to find the right theme for her.

Victoria replied. Victoria was sitting next to Benjamin in an enclosed space while clad in her salsa dance costume. She felt inexplicably shy. "I dislike the color black. Take it off," Benjamin repeated. Victoria thought about it. She could not afford to antagonize Benjamin, so she took it off. Without hesitation, Benjamin threw the coat to the last row of the car. Then, he eyed Victoria who was in her dance costume. His cold gaze flickered with flames. "What were you and Louis talking about? Why did you blush?" Benjamin interrogated.

At the very least, Benjamin must have dealt with people from the underground world before. As far as I knew, though my information was limited, Benjamin had lived comfortably in Asia with his parents. A wealthy life, far removed from the dark world. Something felt off. There was something not right about Benjamin’s attitude. “I’m not looking for trouble,” Benjamin said. “I came because I thought, why wait until tomorrow when I can see Miss Anna today?” “By coming here, you are looking for trouble, dude,” Nathaniel snapped. “Alright then. I’ll leave now.” Benjamin looked at me and smiled. “I came here to show my sincerity, Miss Anna. Anytime you need me, you can reach out, and I’ll be waiting

As he grinned, his white, utterly hairless face stretched like rubber. As one skeletal guard closed the door, another readied the chair at the end of the table. The pale man sat. He did not remove his hat. As Mother wiped her face with her napkin, Father cleared his throat. “Welcome, Mr. Cillian. I am Benjamin Blackwood. This is my wife Elizabeth—” He paused, for the skeletal creatures were marching over to stand behind his and Mother’s chairs. “Do continue,” said Mr. Cillian. His voice was excessively nasal. “Don’t mind the Reapers. They’re friendly, that’s all.”

Chapter 27 For days, Benjamin worked with a determination that bordered on obsession. Hour after hour, he pored over records, access logs, backups. Like a surgeon, he searched between lines of data with precise intent—looking for what others had either ignored or hadn’t dared to see. He spoke to no one but Lucas, who, against all odds, had become his primary ally in that silent crusade. And it wasn’t out of sympathy. Not for redemption. Lucas knew it too: Emma Moore was not guilty.