Barry Bee Benson Novels & Stories

The pressure she put on my plate was hard enough, and this vague answer to our problem wasn't helping. I wanted out of this. I never asked to be a direct descendant. Screw you, Sephrina. Yeah, screw you to hell. (Bryson's POV) I was standing near the railing of our upper veranda to stare at the moon. From the slump of my shoulders, usually held so proud, I was bleeding inside as I missed her. I missed Reagan. "Penny for your thoughts, son?" I didn't have to turn around to know who it was. "Hey, dad," I greeted with a sigh.

one girl asked her boss. "You don't know him, that's why you're saying this. He is Aaron Benson, one of the top CEOs in the world. He is so workaholic, works straight 16 hours, and even sometimes forgets to have lunch or dinner. He never wasted a single second of his life. " her boss replied to her assistant. "Still, isn't he nervous about whether he will get a contract or not?" "no" her eyes popped out, listening to the voice of the person about whom they were talking.

"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."

He quickly asked, the way Denzell looks at him could cut him into half already but he immediately refutes. “I didn’t do any research.” He mouthed to him. Denzell cleared his throat and immediately turned to Barrett, he had been missing this face and wanted to embrace her but he needed restraint. “So… Barrett, you actually applied here at IIC?” He confirms. “Yes, this was the application I told you about before.” Remembering their small chats, the last time they see each other. “I see then, did Miss Borton really pass her job to you?” Knowing she is honest and blunt he expected her to tell the whole thing. He may also use it to finally dismiss the eyesore.

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

Meanwhile, his assistant stood awkwardly in the background, unsure whether to stay or leave, caught in the warmth of the moment yet feeling out of place. Noticing the assistant’s discomfort, Sylvia Luke smiled softly and lay back down on the bed, feeling a wave of comfort wash over her. Stephan Damon turned to his assistant and instructed, “Could you clear the table, please?” The assistant nodded quickly, grateful for the directive, and moved to gather the empty containers. As the room settled into a more relaxed atmosphere, Sylvia Luke felt a sense of peace enveloping her. In this moment, despite everything else, they were a team, and she knew they would face whatever challenges lay ahead t

“Amanda, even if you really saved people, this storm of public opinion will crush Benjamin’s stock. Husband and wife share honor and shame—you fall together. And look at that… even you, Benjamin, are helping me.” Her laughter rang sharp and brittle. Barry entered, catching her in that moment of deranged glee. “What’s got you so happy?” She quickly softened her expression, raising her brows playfully. “A good thing.” He glanced at the news on her screen. Indeed, it was good. Would his little uncle really be able to stabilize the market this time? Without another word, Barry turned and left. He needed to find Uncle Benson and Uncle George—this was an opportunity.

“She must have a gift for acting.” “I know of a young Alpha girl who would be perfect,” Benson said. “She is an accomplished stage actress, but I’m sure she could be tempted to help us for the right price.” “How do you know her?” I asked. “Her father was a friend of mine in our youth,” Benson said. “We were both third sons who had to make our own way in life. He moved to the other side of the world, became a successful importer, and raised a family.”

"The girl was just doing her job. She was being real... persuasive. I was just about to sign your paper." Benson looked down at Mimi, his dark eyes full of dangerous mischief. He lowered his voice so it was a deep whisper right against her ear. "Right, Mimi? Tell him how hard you worked for this signature." Mr. Harrison’s face turned from red to a dark, dangerous purple. He didn't even look at Benson. He knew he couldn't touch the star forward. Benson was a golden goose, and the front office would always protect him. But Harrison looked at Mimi with pure hatred.

Benson’s booming laughter echoed as he addressed his entourage. “Gentlemen,” Benson began, raising a glass of champagne, “this event is merely a formality. Adrian owes his invitation to my intervention. The collaboration I secured for Williams Corp with Giga Tech is the reason we’re here tonight. Mark my words, when this deal is finalized, the Williams name will dominate the tech industry.” One of his associates, Mr. Lark, nodded eagerly. “Your foresight is remarkable, Benson. It’s clear the future of Williams Corp rests in your hands.”