Ben 10 Novels & Stories

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

I chopped some vegetables and prepared food for 'his royal highness' while that jerk was in the living room looking in awe at my television. Didn't they have TV's from where he came from? In sci-fi movies, they seem to have cooler technology than we do. As I released my anger on those poor vegetables and chopping at such speed, I think of all the things he could do and listed them in my mind. He fell from the sky He's got a spaceship He's got super speed He can read minds He can control people He is super strong He's a perverted alien with a habit of kissing strangers He is annoying!

Dad started to question me. “What? No, dad. I didn’t leave the house.” I say reassuring him. “It was as if my soul had been teleported to her presence. Like she had summoned me.” “Is this possible, Penelope?” My father grew a little anxious. “Yeah, but requires a ridiculous amount of power and experience.” She explains. “Well, then we can say that it was in fact the moon goddess. She’s the most powerful being that exists.” Mom says. ‘One of them, at least mom.’ I chuckle.

Dana asked with a frown once Ben hung up. “Yes” Ben smiled mysteriously and took out his phone; He turned on selfie mode. “Look… Can’t you see?” Ben smiled into the camera and clicked as soon as Dana looked in the direction he was pointing with a puzzled smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Tarzann?” “Ooohhhh” Dana had a silly smile as she realized. Ben clicked again. “But isn’t Sonic your man? Do you not trust him?” “I do… but let’s see how convincing this make over really is?” Ben smirked.

Ben, takes Miss Sia Zen into his care till she recovers from memory loss. Uh !!! Only an hour had passed since she was brought here. How was it already on the news? She used the news link to check out his profile. Mr. Ben had won many accolades in Botany. He was known for being selfish and reserved. She browsed through many other news articles about him. She almost dropped my ROD when she read, ‘ Mr. Ben has finally attained immortality through his outstanding contribution to Botany.’ It was dated 5th April 2076.

Ben follows her lead. "Found one!"

The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily. A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face the embodiment of terror.

An exhausted-looking woman and man came running up, stopped, and smiled when they realized that their son was fine. Jenna got up and dusted off her bottom while she talked to her parents and boy in his friendly way. When the family moved on to another exhibit, Mark took the her hand. "Okay, what now?" They followed a path lined with wooden fences and studied the Stegosaurus. A large-bodied, small-headed monster, it had hard bumps and spikes that protrude from the spine. “Look, racing streaks,” Jenna teased as she pointed to the blue and white stripes.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.

She was looking at me with her huge green eyes, brimming with curiosity and intrigue. Suddenly she smiled, showing me all her teeth and I felt my chest throb and my fly tighten. But it didn't last long. As soon as she opened her mouth all the charm ended. "Oh,” sighed the angel. “I thought you were dead, but your chest was moving. That's why I covered your mouth and nose, to see if you would react with that, but you started to move like crazy and I had to let you go, but at least you woke up. By the way, you have a bump behind your right ear about the size of a duck's egg. Does it hurt? It burns? Does it itch? How many fingers do you see? Do you want to throw up? You're dizzy?”