Barry B Benson Meme Novels & Stories

Benson was yelling happily. They all were watching at the image, and the other three burst out laughing. They laughed their heads off bend forward, and Joy even laugh tears started to flow down. The image happened when Benson didn’t intend. He touched his head and laughed with embarrassment. He was about to get up, Dylan stopped him. "Benson, don't get up just yet, we’ll finish reading it right away. Thank you." "Okay, very well, would you please hurry up? I look ridiculous."

And then—Benson. He was leaning casually against a pillar, whiskey glass in hand, his face sharpened into a smirk the moment he spotted us. "Well, well," Benson drawled, his voice oozing sugar-coated venom. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Aaron Warner. You clean up nicely. Almost didn't recognize you without your usual… corporate armor." Aaron's jaw tightened, but his smile didn't falter. "Benson." "And you are." Benson's gaze swung to me, lingering too long. "Ah, the husband. You're adorable."

Me: When I said we should communicate better, I didn’t mean a damn group chat, Benson. I shake my head, tossing my phone onto the bed as I kick off my shoes. My muscles ache with tension I haven’t even realized I was carrying. --- Jordan: Well, looks like someone’s angry this evening. Did you do something to upset Sister-in-Law again? Benson: smirk emoji I bet he’s in the doghouse now. Me: Says two idiots who haven’t gotten laid in years. At least I’m not single and creating a damn group chat called Forbes Finest.

"Let's go on a date," Benson said pouring wine into two glasses form them. "We haven't gone anywhere, we haven't gone out ever since…" his eyes snapped close as memories of almost losing Alita to the jaw of death flashed through his mind–not sonething you wouldn't want to remember, not even randomly. "What do you think?" He asked.

Barry murmured, blocking his path with a lazy grin, “but you can’t run from what you said. I remember every word.” “Well, like I said, you’ll eventually get tired of chasing… and come running to daddy,” Barry teased. Brian’s eyes widened, annoyed. “Who gave you the right to call yourself daddy? You’re not my dad.” Barry chuckled. “Just a matter of time, and you’ll call me that willingly.” Brian’s breath hitched, fists clenched, but he didn’t deny it. And that silence was all Barry needed.

“You’re kidding me.” “Fuck you, Jay.” “These things are soundproof, I hope,” I remarked dryly, taking a step forward. Barry pushed off the wall. “I knew you’d pull a vanishing act. Wanted to make sure I gave you my message –” “If you’re gonna hit me, B., please, don’t.” “Fuck you. I’ll smack you whenever I like.” I held his gaze. “Whatever you’re doing, J. Whatever you’re into. The boss’ got your back. You ‘ere me?”

She slumps into a series of howls that evidence she’s under my mercy. “Fuck!” Benson growls. “Don’t you fucking lay a finger on her!” “Oh, about that…why don’t you see for yourself her present condition?” I effuse and start to forward the video with Mae's phone. I know the moment Benson watches it. He’s been riled up he forgot accessing the internet to watch the video will lead him to put on his location. Glad, Stalin begins his works. Fingers tapping hastily on the computer at the far end of the room.

After last night's drama, Uncle Brandon had decided to make preparations for my mom’s memorial, I promised to join him at the site after I had gotten some documents checked. Sitting at the cafe as I waited for my guest to arrive, “Now look who we got here” Benson's familiar voice put a smile on my face as I stood to hug him. “Benson, I miss you so much” “That's one big load you have there,” he said, assessing me before taking a seat in front of me. “Six months gone and am still kicking,” I told him, rubbing my stomach. Benson looked different from college, I guess he had grown, just like everyone.

"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."

Anthony turned back to look at Benson, since he didn't respond. Benson was obviously not listening, his mind was running, and his face showed in a way that tells he's disturbed. “Benson.” Benson snapped out of his thoughts and focused on Anthony as soon as he heard his name. He didn't realize that Anthony had asked him a question. “Is everything okay?” He asked Benson. “Yeah..” he paused, his face frowned slightly, acting like he's confused about something. “I'm sorry I had to quickly recall something I thought I did right. I don't know, it felt so disturbing not to know If I actually didn't do it right.” Benson said, lying to cover up his distraction.