Barry Bee Benson Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?, Benson?"

He immediately drove to the main building. Upon arriving at the main building, he went into his office and exhaled a breath of relief when he felt the cool air from the air-conditioning. He pulled out a tissue and wiped away the sweat on his face. Benson almost never left the farmstead. He would show up here every day, missing not even a single day’s work. He was regarded as the hero of Sol County’s two hundred thousand population. Every single person was proud of him. It was Benson’s childhood dream that motivated him to work hard and advance further. His research and profession in farming and agriculture had changed his life and the lives of everyone in Sol over the years, and he had never

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."

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

Barbara said, and she made herself comfortable on the executive sofa, “Tell me, why are you here?“ Mrs Benson asked, and she was looking straight to Barbara's eyes, “I'm pregnant for your husband before he died” Barbara said, “Get up and get out of my house” Mrs Benson said, “Relax your mind, I'm not here to drag anything with you out of your husband's properties, but I want to help you to have a kid In your home” Barbara explained, “I have heard enough” Mrs Benson said, have you come to my home to mock me or Insults me?“ she asked, “get out of my home” she said,

“Dear Lord, what have you done to yourself and just days before the wedding. Sit down and let me have a look at you.” Barbara Benson pulled around the chair next to her beat-up metal desk and gestured to it. Hannah knew better than to offer even token resistance, and frankly, she found standing upright highly overrated at the moment, so she sank gratefully onto the thinly padded seat. Sergeant Benson was the closest thing Hannah had ever had to a mom. One she remembered anyway. Though she supposed where Barbara was concerned, “mom” was a relative term. Barbara was in her late sixties and had raised her own brood of children while simultaneously performing her duties as sergeant, receptionist

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.

He shoots me a side-eyed glance as he takes another swig of his beer, and suddenly I’m feeling positively giddy. The oven beeps to signal that it’s warm enough to add the food, and fifteen minutes later we’re all digging into the tater tot casserole that Brock and Brent’s mom made. Not gonna lie, I’m pleasantly surprised- as weird as it looks and sounds, it tastes awesome. Then we all go to our respective rooms to get ready, and I decide to go all out for my first bar experience at the six-pack with a pair of skin-tight pleather pants, a skimpy hot-pink bandeau top, and a pair of hot-pink stiletto heels to match.

Ally starts eating the food that Gayle brought. Gayle is smart enough to have noticed that Ally would rather eat snack food than a cooked meal. Ally nibbles on the different items on her plate. She looks at Benson every so often. He still has the sadness in his eyes. Ally wishes she knew what makes this man so sad. “Where have you been?” Ally asks Benson. Benson looks at Ally for a minute. He then sits forward in the winged back chair and rests his elbows on his knees.

Walking into the party hall with Dr David beside me, our hands held together. The person I saw was Benson whose back was turned to us as he conversed with the man I recognize to be the Chief executive officer of a DM company. He's a man in his early sixties but still looks younger and healthier than most men in their late forties. Approaching him with David and I's hands still intertwined , "hi Mr Andrew, it have been long we last saw," "Hi Miss Hayes, I'm glad you could make it." He responded excitedly a huge smile on his face as he dragged me into his arms causing David to whimper annoyingly,