Prince Benjamin Descendants Novels & Stories

"Are the King and Queen of the Kingdom aware of King Benjamin's visit?" She frowned slightly. "You don't know the situation in Bluet Roei?" I shook my head and she continued, "His Highness' parents died when he was thirteen years old so his uncle, Duke Vanss, has been ruling the kingdom ever since then. Even though Prince Alfred is the original heir to the throne, the Duke has been finding all sorts of ways to postpone his coronation with the backing of the Prime minister and Marquess." "Is that why he is convinced that Benjamin can help him out of his situation?"

Although he is no longer in this world, William—Jason's son and all his descendants will always be the rulers. Benjamin walked back and forth in his room. His eyes widened wildly with anger that he could not contain. He could not hold himself back anymore. Benjamin wanted Ivory so badly right now. His desire was as torturous as opium. And maybe he could die if he couldn't fulfill it all. Benjamin then called his remaining men. Only a few people stood guard for him, and he trusted them the most. He did not want to return to his parent's house to ask permission to bring some confidants from their clan to help him find a girl.

The silver Mercedes pulling up behind Harvey's Maybach signaled that its passengers were also attending the Technology Creation and Sharing Summit's welcome banquet. The first person to step out was Benjamin, the heir of the Jones family. Dressed in an all-white suit, he sported a slicked-back undercut, his dark hair neatly styled on top. His skin was smooth, his expression perpetually unimpressed, as if nothing in the world could bother him. Dark circles framed his half-lidded eyes, giving him a permanently sleep-deprived look. A black stud earring glinted in one ear, and a matching black ring pierced his lower lip.

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

As soon as he finds her laying on the floor, he moves quickly, crouching down by her side. Benjamin, even though he knew she was alive he breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that she was. The Prince had taken a lot of her blood and just as he was about to bite into his wrist and give some of his to her; he is then grabbed by his collar and thrown across the room. Benjamin was too focused on Emma and hadn't heard realised that one of Prince Jairo’s personal guards was close by and had approached. Now he stood between him and Emma, he smirks at Benjamin and says,

This is the first time. Glimpsing the happy touch on Lily's face, Benjamin added more spice to it. "I know there are many of us who don't care about you but don't underestimate yourself. Remember, Empress is your aunt. Just stay away from Prince Carl and Princess Rubina because they are Empress's own son and daughter. You may be her niece, but everyone put their children forward. Unlike me, I am a concubine son, so in the future, if you need any help, ask me." Long speech from Benjamin, but almost took Lili's sanity. Yes, what has she just heard?

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

Charles was either cocky or desperate if he was now outright trying to kill me. One by one, the other men trickled into the war room. I had been clear in my instructions to Joseph: the council was to consist of the Crown Princes from each of our ally kingdoms. After all, as the heirs to the throne, we were who Charles’ army was really after. Prince Marcello of Sagrada. Prince Lukas of Wisteria. Prince Prince Albert of the South Smyth Islands. Prince Orlando of Prazole. Prince Nicholas of the Whitelands.

Marcus Blackwood's tone conveyed warmth, yet also the unquestionable authority of an Alpha. "Father, the compound may be compromised," Casie said, bypassing pleasantries. "Has anyone unusual requested access recently? Anyone showing interest in the family vaults?" A weighted pause followed. "Your timing is uncanny. Your cousin, Benjamin, returned last week after spending ten years abroad. He's been assisting with cataloguing the historical archives, including the vault.” “Benjamin? The one with the drug problem? Father Benjamin is working for the Order; he's trying to fulfil something related to the prophecy, my prophecy. Something our family has been guarding for generations without knowing

"I know Shan is careful, so how did it manage to reach their ears? " "When Shan came back, he was beaming with joy. He told me and his siblings about your relationship. It's been years since he admitted that he was into men so we didn't judged him. It was only recently that it was revealed that Shan was having a relationship with you." He explained. I hissed. "Damn them, who the hell ordered to put Shan inside that palace?! " I angrily asked. " Your distant relative, Mikhail Yang. He is currently the heir, the crown prince, thus having the authority to take care of everything regarding all the issues that goes around outside and within the palace. "