Barry B Benson Novels & Stories

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

Benson Hill, the son to Gertrude and a cousin to Dion was in town. He was out with two of his goons on lunch. They sat at their table and discussed way forward. “I thought you'd have forgiven him by now.” Ted said, “Considering that he’s changed and all.”

Honourable Benson smashed his wine cup and made a call "Did you record anything?" "Sorry sir, the update didn't help at all, everything was static just like always" "Damn it. Why am I paying you? You guys are so useless" 'Why is my son's capability my undoing?' Even though any political dad will be happy with such a son. Hon Benson wished that his son was a wuss instead. * * * Tokunbo finished taking measurements and sat on the sofa tired. "Anytime I meet with your mom and her friends, it feels like I have been entertaining guests for a week straight"

"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."

Since he is acting so unrighteous, don't blame me for showing no mercy. Barbara said with a stern face, "Mr. Benson, you planned all this. You wanted to use The Velvet's launch event to promote your company. How could you turn your back on me now that the plan has failed?" Chad's expression suddenly changed. "What kind of nonsense are you spouting?!"

Benson set down the fishing bag he was carrying. He decided to look around and walked into the kitchen and something on the table caught his attention. A colorful notebook, with an image of a butterfly, with an attractive colorful rose, too easy to miss. Anthony had left it on the table after Mariah had gone, the writing pen still sitting inside. Showing that it just recently has been used. Benson picked up the book to admire it, the pen fell out to the floor first followed by a yellow card. Benson dropped the book back on the table, picked up the pen, and the card too. The first page to him was blank, then he flipped it the other way.

Benson faked a smile as he moved away from Scott to sit down. "If you don't mind, I called some reporters to witness my victory and glory but more importantly, your downfall. No one would respect you anymore, you'll lose all you have just like you did earlier" Benson said lastly before sitting down beside Greg who seemed unbothered about whatever was happening. He just wanted to vote and get out.

' "You suggested this in the first place. Does this mean you can't really do it?" "You're wrong to think that on my part. I have to inform you that I'm doing my best but the guy was just so slick—I can't get him on the act!" It was like George Salinzer was very careful with his move. Like all this time he knows that Bernice of The East is following him. "Fine. But please be reminded that I'm not patient. I won't forget the good things you've brought to me before. I wish for those blessings to come again, okay?"

It had huge glass walls that showed the breathtaking view of the city and a huge center table which had a few bottles of water on it and also a huge portrait of himself hung on the wall. There were also different shelves in the corner of the room. Some consisted of books while others had awards and trophies which he must have won over the years. “Hello Mr Sinclair,” He says, stretching his hands forward toward me. Tall, muscular, and dressed in a well-tailored suit. He looks the same age as Theo. I shook his hands. “I am Barry,” He said. “I have worked with your father for a little over four years now.” Theo took a seat on one of the chairs and picked up a bottle of water.