Barry B Benson Meme の小説・ストーリー

] [Barbara C: Hehe…] Barbara only sent a short “hehe” and ended her message with a rolled eyes emoji. That was it. Others might not think that there was any problem, but Maisie could see the implicit message that was hidden behind Barbara’s “hehe” at a glance. In fact, Maisie and Barbara both knew that Maizie had a godfather named “Tony Grant”.

"No son fuel might get exhausted quickly if we don't rest and driving like this can also draw the attention of zombies." As Mrs.Benson and her son was talking a big bus overtake them and someone from the car bring out his hand and show Mrs.Benson a sign of fuck up while Lucas call his mom attention to it, Mrs.Benson tell her son to ignore them because they don't know who they are and giving those people attention it might lead to another thing which is bad.

Benson looks at her with a stern expression. “There is no room for error in this endeavour. You either convince these people that you are truly Ally, or you will be disposed of.” Benson makes no effort to smile or to soothe Megan. This is a serious topic and he will not have Megan ruin his chances of being with Ally. Megan nods her understanding.

Peter said as she click the the next button. "Wait! This one is great" Bonnie said staring at the mask on the screen as Laura stopped. "Nope. It looks like Barbie's" Alex said disqualifying it. "That's it. Barbie is cool. Remember Barbie and the three musketeers?" Bonnie said excitedly as Alex huffed.

“Usually, you’re the best drinker among us, even if you’re the first to pass out, but now you’re barely even drinking. You should go get laid later tonight, man.” Benson sneered and for the first time, he had stopped pretending to be Mr. Nice guy. He was obviously hurt and angered by what I just said, so he leaned forward in his seat. “You don’t have to worry about my dear cousin getting laid, guys.” He smiled again. “He changes women like clothes. But he wouldn’t have to go through that stress now that he has a surrogate in his house, doubling as his paid whore—“ I did not let him finish before I was leaning across the table, knocking his wine glass all over him and I grabbed his collar, ne

Louis said. “Who knows if there are not being killed by this killing machine that cannot be presented up until now.” A member of the white lotus said. The elders laughed and Louis chuckled though he didn't find anything funny. He just did it so they don't say his sense of humor is gone. Benson didn't move his lip in any way, he just kept staring at the person who made the statement. “What?” The member asked, spreading his arms open. That was not a question to answer, so Benson took his looks away and looked at the entrance door.

"That's your homework. Forget whatever the teachers give you." "Okay," Sam choked, feeling as if his throat was on fire. He made a mental note to buy a pack on the way home, as well as a tonne of mouthwash so his meddling mother wouldn't find out. She was one of those typical boomer generation people—terrified of cancer like it was waiting behind every corner to jump out and tear the organs from her body. Sam suspected most of the hype and warnings were just fearmongering. Last week they said bacon caused cancer too, and a world without bacon wasn't a place he wanted to live.

He was carrying me in his arm. I don't know how I feel, grateful or annoyed. "Thank you," I whispered. He didn't say anything as he took me to the restroom. **Benson pov* I sat in the bar sipping my drinks as I reflect on my actions two days ago. I don't really know what came over me, as I almost killed May. I know that I hate her but it was never my intention to sex her till she lost consciousness. I guess I was too angry when I saw her making out with my best friend. I have two best friends, Dafoe and Brody.

Two can play that game! Time for Mr. Benson to get a taste of his own medicine.

The thought of Liam begging for mercy on his knees made his heart race with sheer excitement. Paul had known Benson for years now and was very familiar with the latter's temperament. Benson was extremely cocky, but vengeful and could hold a grudge for years. He would stop at nothing to get his revenge, and he was the kind of person one would want on his side instead of an enemy. Even if Benson did not manage to exact his revenge immediately on those who wronged him, he would bide his time, sometimes for years, and strike at the most unexpected, unprecedented time. Either way, Benson always got his way in the end. "Let's not waste any more time! I'm going to trample you so hard that you go ru