Barry Bee Benson Novels & Stories

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 indeed experienced health issues a long time ago. He was occupied by the workload since you didn't manage to get this position. He had been taking care of things for you." Get to the point! Carlson was impatient. "I came here for Nathaniel and Mango, but how did this happen?" It seemed to be all his fault! "Kingston was rendered speechless by Carlson's retort, but he still whispered, ""Benson has lung cancer. He doesn't have much time left.""" Carlson was in shock and disbelief. What did you say? "Although he was not very close to Benson all these years, he did not expect this to happen so suddenly. "

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.

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.

But Benson talked his way out of that one as he hadn’t been gone for more than 24 hours. At that point, Principal Barbour bought us some lunch. The way Benson ate, I think he hadn’t eaten in a while. I gave him half of my sandwich, guessing he would benefit from it more than me. “Miss. Kingsley, can I ask the name of your aunt’s trainer? She is in excellent physical shape and I could do with a bit of help to lose a few pounds.” Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach.

"I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?" "Ouch, Benson, that stings... a little," I murmured, feigning hurt. "It should," he shot back, his eyes blazing with animosity. He turned to the bouncer, his tone commanding. "Throw her out, and I might consider not firing you." "Throw me out of my own territory? How bold of you, Benson," I scoffed, a smile playing on my lips. "Ma'am, maybe you should leave," the bouncer suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at his timidity.

Then, turning to the man, he smiled and added, "Uncle Ben, this is Dean." Hearing the name "Uncle Ben," Dean’s heart skipped a beat, his expression betraying a flicker of unease and alertness that he couldn't hide. The mention of the man's name hit him like a bolt of lightning, slicing through his thoughts and piercing the deepest corners of Dean Harrison’s memory. Benjamin Winston. The name echoed in his mind, instantly triggering a discomfort that made him feel like he was drowning in an unfamiliar yet deeply unsettling past.

Benson: [Flash Back] “So this is your new home… It suits you, both of you.” This was the first time I invited my father over to my new house. I got engaged to Sandra not too long ago. We purchased a house of our own, for several reasons that she wouldn’t understand at the moment. My father wanted to see our house, but I had a feeling he wanted to talk about Sandra again. Since I met her and figured out what she really was he wouldt always mention her. Having said that, he always reminded me not to tell her, since it seemed like she didn’t know herself.