Ben Burns Novels & Stories

She knew Ben isn't the one to let out a sigh, unless something's bothering him. Mr. Benedict, or mostly known as Ben is the head manager of cafeteria and is the one monitoring the cleanliness of the Academy. Although of old age, he's still doing his job in utmost perfection and carries everything so well that. He stands like a military general and you wouldn't want to mess with him. Even if he's viewed as a strict elder, in reality, he's such a softy like a caring grandpa spoiling his grandchildren.

“Ariel, this is not the time to play pyromaniac princess. We need to come up with a plan! We need to –“ The door flies open, Pippa and Elias stumbling in. “Ariel!” Elias gasps. But then he goes very, very still as he sees who is kneeling on my bed, a charred bit of fabric in his hands. Pippa’s eyes whip between the two men and I grimace a little, worried for her as she quietly pushes the door shut. “Um, everyone,” I say quietly. “This is…Benny.” “Benjamin,” Ben snaps, shooting me a glare. “Or, um, Ben. Ben Ternicki. I’m an…ambassador from Moon Valley…”

After Benjeming Waltson glanced at her, he lowered his head and gently blew into her burned area. A warm breath fell on Judi 's arm, Judi looked at Benjeming Waltson 's side face, and her heart thumped wildly. Feeling a little messy...

She'd been a man's doormat is what. Jen had got the idea early on. Paul wasn't a bad-looking guy though he was a bit soft for her taste, but she would've fucked a snake if it meant destroying Kerryanne. She'd started off subtly enough, dropping little hints in her ear about how stupid it was to give up her life to put a man through school. That didn't seem to work, though, and so she'd started working on Paul.

“I'm not going to lie to you, Jake. I want to see where this all goes, but I wouldn't to do anything to hurt Natalie.” “Even if that means you’re not allow to explore this new part of yourself?” Vivienne's arrival interrupted any answer my friend was about to give me. “Why do firefighters have to be so sexy?” She said, sitting on my right thigh. “Even Chief Sinclair looks great with his white mustache and permanent frown.” “I don't think Tina would like the way you talk about the Chief, Vivi,” Kane replied amused. “What are the young people talking about?” “Tina was just telling me how sexy she thinks your mustache is, Chief,” Vivienne blurted out without hesitation as the man in question ap

I let the others fill the air, laughing when I’m supposed to, adding the occasional sarcastic quip, nodding like I’m still tuned in. Elena’s sprawled across the couch in a sleep mask pushed up onto her forehead, sipping rosehip tea like a debutante in a post-crisis spiral. Karissah, meanwhile, is upside down on the loveseat, legs dangling over the armrest, licking Nutella off a spoon like it's her birth right. “I swear to God,” Karissah says, waving the spoon, “Mrs. Livingstone tried to convince me I needed collagen implants. Like... at what point did collagen become an emergency?”

she said, tone suspiciously neutral, “what exactly do you do all day when you’re not stealing chargers and being insufferable?” I raised a brow. “That’s a full-time job, actually.” She snorted despite herself, then scowled when she realized she’d done it. “I’m serious.” I leaned back in my chair slightly, considering her. “Meetings. Design work. Trying to keep the Darson name from imploding.” “Sounds exhausting,” she muttered. “It is,” I admitted. “You get used to it.” She picked at her food, quieter now. The fire was still there—always was—but something else flickered beneath it. Curiosity. Reluctant interest. She hated that almost as much as she hated me.

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.

Clyde Dante "Babe, can you pass me the tuna please?" Bev asked me as she pointed at the tuna can. I took it and passed it to her. She opened it and drained all the water. She put it into the bowl and put a lot of mayonnaise. I looked at her disbelief. She put a pinch of salt and pepper and then finished. "Babe, come here." She called me babe a lot and it's not that I hate it but it's like she's used to it now.