Barry B Benson Novels & Stories

She whispered a silent promise to each of them: they would not fall today. As the explosions continued, the barrier shimmered with each impact, absorbing the energy and redirecting it into the earth. Marissa's mind raced, recalling the lessons of her elders. She had been trained for moments like this, but the reality of combat was far more intense than she had anticipated. She could feel her energy waning, the toll of maintaining the barrier weighing heavily on her.

Panderson) “He sure is never wrong…not even once..”. (Richard Ben Benson)

His expression sank and droplets of sweat appeared on his temples as he twisted his jaw in utter confusion as to why Perry Clarkson would go as dirty and desperately cruel as drugs and murder to wreck him when all he could do is work harder than he does. I guess it's easier to dabble in crime than to follow the good old path of hard work and honestly as he has advised people to do it countless times on TV. Damned hypocrite! He curled his fingers in a fist and watched how the veins on his arms popped out as he flexed his muscles more. Benson looked around the bar and immediately he caught sight of a lady waving her hand and biting her lips at him. He quickly turned his face away and glanced d

“No, mom. I came back on the staff bus. I guess he was still busy in the office.” “I see. Welcome back.” “Thank you. What of big brother? Is he not back from work yet?” “He is back, and in his room.” “Okay. Excuse me, mom.” Benson Owens was Evans' nephew and George's cousin. He was the son of his late step-brother, who was a replica of his late father. They believed in womanizing, drinking and gambling. After the death of Benson's father, Evans picked him out of his numerous children and resolved to give him a bright future. At twenty-three, he was still in his freshman year and as a medical student. Meanwhile, he worked with the medical center of the company whenever he was on holidays.

'But I haven't spoken with Garner, and I certainly wouldn't have sent for anyone. Benson was becoming increasingly uneasy with the enduring silence of Blackridge's confusion. 'What was Garner... wait! Wasn't Benson...' He smiled, coming to a sudden realization. 'Good old Marcus.' "Benson," he said, "can you take a message for me?" "Y-yes, sir," Benson nervously stammered.

“No.” “Then what?” “A courtesy.” Benson let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “That’s new. Since when do you offer those?” “Since you tied yourself to a man who doesn’t know how to protect what he has.” Benson’s fingers stilled against the table. Only for a split second. The next second, he was relaxed, throwing a steak into his mouth. “You’re starting to sound territorial Reed.” Ethan’s expression didn’t change. “I’m past that.”

Benson Wood was saying when Camella said “At this point, I will be the one talking and it's compulsory, everyone will have no option than to listen” Benson Wood went lost.

he hears his dad's voice, making him jump in place after being startled. "Pops... Wh- what are you doing here?" he says, taking a step back. His dad, Caleb sits on the small recliner, with a glass of whisky in his right hand. Caleb takes a swig of the warm poison, hissing as he places the glass back on the small table next to the recliner.

It was a pity that there could be nothing between them, he was a magnificent specimen. When he’d opened the door, she’d practically melted into a puddle. He was a bear of a man, the tallest guy she’d ever stood next to, and he was built like a… well, like a brick shit-house, as the saying went. Everyone was tall next to Becky, as she was barely five feet, but Barry Benson was a giant and she had to wonder if he was in proportion. If the bulge in his boxer briefs was any indication, then it would be a big fat yes.