Barry B Benson Looking Up Novels & Stories

“Are you ok?” “I will be,” Tally replied, giving him a small smile. “Thanks Noah.” Tally didn’t get the chance to enjoy the night because when she turned, her brother was striding towards her with an air of arrogance. Beside him was her father, Barry Benson, his eyes scanning the room with a predatory gleam before they locked onto her. As he approached her, his stride oozing with the unwarranted confidence of a man who believed the world owed him something.

His men were frozen, unsure what to do. I looked from Kemi to Jonathan. Then down at the cargo doors of the whaling station. They were beginning to open revealing an orange light. A figure stood in the center of the laboratory surrounded by humming supercomputers. It was a man in a white lab coat holding a cup of tea in his hands. He looked up at us with a smile. It was our father, Lawrence Benson. He was not dead. He had never been dead.

The pressure she put on my plate was hard enough, and this vague answer to our problem wasn't helping. I wanted out of this. I never asked to be a direct descendant. Screw you, Sephrina. Yeah, screw you to hell. (Bryson's POV) I was standing near the railing of our upper veranda to stare at the moon. From the slump of my shoulders, usually held so proud, I was bleeding inside as I missed her. I missed Reagan. "Penny for your thoughts, son?" I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Hey, dad," I greeted with a sigh.

Following his line of sight, my breath caught in my throat, and the world around me became hazy as the man turned around. “Bailee,” I said since she was the closest to the end of the row. “Can you please do me a favor and go get security?” “What’s going on?” She asked, sitting up straighter, and I nodded my head forward to the man staring at me with a smirk. Because only a few rows away at the bottom of the stands, with his back to the ice, stood none other than Rob Benson.

Hoping on my bed, I let myself sink in thought, traveling back to memory lane, to possible chances but they were none, if I didn’t notice this then what else am I not taking note of, no man just pops up professing love like that. Just thinking about it, benson comes to my mind, before all this happened, he called me requesting to see me tomorrow evening, why would he want to see me?, is is about the championship game or yet another sad tale about how much he wanted to make playing in that game, there were chances of open possibility. Letting my foggy mind wonder till I get an aching head, I walk to the bathroom, turning he shower on letting it deluded me in its glory, maybe just maybe I woul

I muttered, trying to piece two and two together, and getting nothing. "You need to see it." Benson told me. "You need to see the video, so you can understand what I'm talking about." "Well, then show me," I snapped, sick of the suspense. "Show me the goddamn video already." Hesitantly, he sighed and reached into his pocket. "I saved it," he said. "Just in case you haven't seen it." Unlocking his phone, he tapped the video icon and the last video he watched popped up immediately, starting from the middle.

"Ooh!!" Mrs Benson hit her head on the car wheel because she did not concentrate on driving and it seems she hit someone, she parked the car turn on the front light, Mrs Benson was scared to get down from the car so she peeps to see maybe she can see what she hit but she couldn't and Mrs Benson turn off the lights, whine up the glasses and sleep off. The sun rises in the morning Mrs Benson woke up and when she look back it was a big surprise that the baby is already awake playing she did not cry. Immediately the baby sees that Mrs Benson is awake she started smiling and raising her leg.

I did feel horrible for him and how his life had turned out, but I couldn't excuse him for his cannibalism desires. I had finally finished my chores close to dinner time. I was heading upstairs to try and freshen up before dinner when I saw Brian standing at my door. "Millie there you are my dear. Were are you going?" He asked smiling at me with that same charming smile that I didn't really tug at my heart at all.

Barry nodded in understanding; his eyes twirled as if he was trying to remember something as he stared as Ben’s face. Dana looked at Ben with an infatuated gaze. “You are…. You are the prince from a faraway land” Barry clapped his hand as he remembered Ben’s face from Dana’s drawings. “Huh?” Ben was taken back. “I know…. I saw you in Auntie Dana’s drawing book.” Barry repeated more confidently. Ben quirked his eyebrows at Dana. Dana’s face was colorful…... all she wanted was to find a hole to comfortably slide in and never come out.

"Benson, your hand... Your eyes..." Benson stood up from a bench. His movements were strange. He moved like the man she loved. Also like a machine. He looked at his hand. It was made of light. He moved his fingers and blue sparks jumped between them. "I did not do anything Maya " Benson said. His voice was warm. It had a hollow echo. "When you pushed your hand into the Core you deleted the Watcher.. You left an empty hole. Something had to fill that space so the satellite would not fall. I took the weight a million people would not die."