Ben From It Novels & Stories

I asked and he nodded. "Well, I thought so." I said, and he smiled. Bennett was smiling more often today and that alone was scaring me. "Ciao." Benjamin greeted. He was walking to his car and then he paused turning back. "Hey." He winked. "Hi?" Wasn't this the very same person that would always yell at me and talk gibberish whenever we were at the same place? " Hi Benjamin." I said again, more sarcastic this time. "And hey to you..i.gotta hit the road... Italy is calling to me." He said.

I turn on my phone and I’m scrolling my contacts. I found Ben’s number and call him “It’s ringing!” I say. Lena points her eyes to mine and smiles “Hey It’s Ben… please leave a message when you hear, Beeb!” The voicemail says. “Jeez!” I mumble. “What’s wrong?” Lena says. “I don’t think he wants to talk to me anymore,” I say as I highly sigh. “Try again!” Lena says. “Alright…alright!” I say as I call Ben’s number once again. “Still a voicemail,” I say. “Well... you tried!” Lena sighs as she strokes my hand.

Jeremy said, grabbing her arm to stop her. Bonita glared at Benjamin before turning to Jeremy. "I’ll come home if he leaves. I won’t give him a chance to get close to me." Benjamin laughed. "Don’t act like we’re strangers. I already told you my name. It’s Benjamin, remember? You can call me 'Bee.' It suits your nickname, Boo, doesn’t it?" Bonita felt an invisible sting run through her. Her sharp, cold eyes scanned Benjamin from head to toe, but his persistent smile hinted he wouldn’t stop chasing her, no matter the odds.

“You can’t unsee it.” I fought the catch in my throat and forced myself to study the ceiling. Edison bulbs hung from black cables like constellations formed to my design. The air smelled woodsy—old beams, polished floors—and that subtle scent of citrus cleaner. "You didn’t sell out your vision," I said. My voice was steadier than I felt. "I thought you might have."

Talk about insufferable. “Thorton, my friend!” he greets much too loudly. “Welcome to Rome.” “I’m not here for pleasantries, Benjamin. Let’s get down to business.” He puts his hands on his hips and whistles. “Damn, you Italians really are a bunch of cold pricks, huh? And don’t get me wrong, I mean that as a compliment.” “How much product can you ship per week?” I ask, hoping to steamroll over his need to make small talk.

l Ben was filled with rage at who would dare to try to ruin his plans but he didn't seem to show it. He grabbed his neck towel wiped his face and stormed out of the gym, A war had been declared and he, Ben Carlo was not one to back out from a fight, not ever. He gave a dark, devilish grin and continued down the hallway to get prepared for an early work day, as usual.

He asked Ben for her name. She beamed before telling him. "Benedicta sir." She told him. "If it's okay by you, you can call me Ben." "Ben? That's a man's name I have a friend who bears Benson but we call him Ben, Samiat you know him right?" Samiat nodded her head positively. Ben laughed. "Ben is also the short form for Benedicta." She clarified. "Ooh." He shook his head. "What will you eat? Samiat won't you go in and prepare something for your visitors?"