Rey X Ben Novels & Stories

James wanted to verify whether Xayal created the so-called Ritual Rank. He was also curious to find out the white-robed man’s name. He asked, “May I ask for your name, sir? The man smiled and replied, “My real name is Xzavion Bentley. However, I usually go by Falcon Xoan in the cultivation world.” “Is Xayal the creator of the Ritual Rank?” “Yes, but not really,” said Xzavion. “What do you mean?” James was puzzled.

Ben explained to her but Dora knew he was only saying this to make her feel better “Where is Ryan?, what did he do to him?, I want to see him” A crying Dora pleaded “He is fine for now. Just eat your food and go to bed. Your father is in a very bad mood by the look of things, you wouldn't want to make him more uspet” he pointed out, “Okay. Please make sure Ryan gets some food, please Ben” he pleaded “Fine. I will” Ben assured her. The Don joined his guests, it was one of his partners. The underdog drug dealer for Mexico. Louis, he had come with his men,

Ray gives Gray an incredulous look, “You asked him for help.” Gray grimaces, “I didn’t have much of a choice.” “I can think of ten different other choices,” Ray tells him. “Thank you for your vote of confidence Alpha, do you need a way out or not?” Ben says getting of the bike, he stretches the bike key to Ray. Ray makes a face but takes the key, “This my chance to split, hope I never see your sorry asses again,” Ben says running of, the helmet still on his head.

Drill informed me enthusiastically while congratulating Rayan. “What!” He gasped, unable to believe what he just heard. “O my God! Congratulations Rayan!” Amalia cried out in happiness while looking at her father, who was also grinning at the news. “That's such good news! Congratulations Rayan.” Benjamin, too, congratulated Rayan while patting his back. However, Raya was too stunned to react for a moment. The moment he came back to his senses, he rushed inside the bedroom to meet Anthea first. His heart was beating wildly against his chest.

How could they have guessed that the b*stard Xena was seeing was Ivan Taylor! Moreover, judging from the conversation itself, it was obvious that this was not the first time they were together—they must have been together for a very long time. Selena switched her gaze over to Ben. This time, Ben was no longer calm. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, staring straight at the phone. Rage was consuming him alive. The veins on his neck were popping out, and at the same time, his eyes reddened.

using only one word responses will get on his nerves but I’m hoping he has enough brains to understand that it’s easier to not get detected. “ it doesn’t look like he’s going to change course at all you have been walking in the same direction for about 3 hours now.” I heard Ryan say “ hey char, maybe you can kick one of those rocks and hit him in the back of the head” Creed laughed “ Will you both shut up!? This isn’t time to play games” Alex growled I don’t have to see them to know that Ryan nodded and Creed stuck his tongue out at him.

“My very lackluster current plan,” Ben continues on a sigh, lifting his eyes to mine, “is to study really hard.” I burst out laughing at this, shaking my head, because he sounds like me in this moment – diving into homework like it’s going to save the world. Ben grins, sensing the direction of my thoughts, but carries on. “I want to become an Atalaxian ambassador fast – a real one. One that your father sends over to Atalaxia as part of a mission. I mean, I want to help end the war, but also being there could…I don’t know, give me a chance to talk to Elias. To learn what he wants and needs, figure out…more of a plan.”

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

A small drawer slid out from the paneling, revealing a locked compartment. From it, he retrieved a worn business card. Only a name printed on it: Edgar Royce. He turned it over, thinking. Royce was a fixer. Discreet, clinical, efficient. Not a gossip, not a leech. Just the kind of man you called when your own instincts weren’t enough. Benjamin sat back down, dialed the number, and waited. Three rings. Then a quiet voice: "Royce? It's Benjamin Hamilton." There was a place, before the other person responded.

“I’m throwing you out and getting that ring back.” I turned sharply and yelled, “Ben!” The door opened almost instantly. “Yes, Alpha,” Ben said, rushing in, then freezing when he saw Rixa sprawled on the bed. “Drag her out,” I ordered. Ben blinked, eyes flicking from me to her. “All right… all right, Alpha,” he muttered, moving forward. The moment he reached for her arm, Rixa’s expression shifted. “Touch me and I’ll tear you with my nails,” she hissed, she lunged, scratching wildly. Ben cried out in pain but still held onto her wrist, gritting his teeth.