Ben From Talking Tom Novels & Stories

Carla added, with the tiniest bit of steel in her voice. "No. No, I do not," Beth agreed, in that same friendly tone that sounded like she was discussing the baseball team. "I'm going to go and..." Ben said, even more hoarsely. "I'm going to go, before you guys tell me any more stories." And he beat a hasty retreat. If he was not jacking off furiously in five minutes, either to that picture of Mary I sent him back when, or more likely to the thought of Beth in his lap, I would eat my hat with mustard.

I look up and chime, “Hey, what brings you two here? Did something happen?” Ben shakes his head and plops down next to Kane on the couch, with Ford following right behind and sitting next to his mate. A small crease forms across Ben’s forehead as he looks over at me. “I’m worried about Tommy. It has helped that Shane and Dee are here all the time when they aren’t at school, but Tommy is still not himself.” Ford wraps his arm around Ben’s shoulder and pulls him closer. “Baby. You know Tommy is dealing with a lot. I’m kind of proud that he is holding up as well as he is.”

Good, at least there aren’t too many people to witness us if things go the wrong way. I shift my gaze back to Ben, and he beams at me with that familiar crooked but charming smile as if he’s patiently been waiting for me to do so. He’s wearing a basic blue t-shirt and grey sweatpants; exactly the type of outfit a sensible person would wear to a museum on a school trip. “What do you want to talk about, Truman?” I clip, crossing my arms. I know I sound cold, but honestly, I don’t care. I tip my chin up and stare at him dead in the eye, bracing myself for bullshit.

“We will need to get this fixed.” I take out my phone and call the handyman that fixed the railing before. I cannot remember the previous excuse. I shake my head irritably. I hate making up excuses and lies to cover up the fact that weird things happen wherever we are. Ben answers after the first ring. “Hello, old friend.” Ben greets me with enthusiasm. “Hey Bud, I have a situation at Mark’s house.” I get right into it. “Be there in half an hour.” Ben says and ends the call. I like Ben. He is the quiet type. He doesn’t talk much, but he does a lot. The best part about Ben is that he doesn’t ask questions. It doesn’t matter how weird it gets.

When I turn my head sideways, I see Denzel standing beside me with Ben. One of them obviously flicked me with their finger, and it’s not Ben. “Keep your monstrous fingers away from my delicate head!” I stick my tongue out in annoyance. “Okay then, would you rather have these monstrous fingers somewhere else?” His lips curve into a teasing smirk and my face involuntarily heats up. Tomato. Your dad gave you the perfect nickname. “Watch what you say in front of your kid!” I whisper-yell at him. He rolls his eyes and brushes it off like its nothing. Nevertheless, it makes me wonder how Ben will feel when he grows up and learns about how his parents used dirty jokes in his presence all the time.

"I think Tom might suffer from some kind of hormone induced tourettes" "I don't think that is possible, Ben. It is okay Tom, don't worry, I am used to hearing much worse things. I just never heard you say anything like that". Sannie says, patting my arm. Ben puts his arm around her. "And who might be the scoundrel that is whispering naughty things to my wife ?" "Wouldn't you like to know Mr. Dirty mouth in bed ?" She says giggling and he nozzles her neck, whispering something in her ear that makes her blush, and slap him on the chest.

Thirty minutes later, the three of us were rounded by the table having breakfast. “Tommy's Dad is going to build him a tree house for him today, and we are going to help him after school,” Ben said as he chewed on his sandwich. Tommy was the boy who lived across the road. We wanted to give Ben a normal childhood, so we had enrolled him in the same school as Tommy. The two were close, and I have never seen Ben any happier or healthier. Just seeing Ben so carefree freed me of the guilt of leaving my father to possible death.

Ben walked in wearing a black suit with a gift in his hand as he kept it on the dining table and went over to carry Gavin. "Yah! Ben ten!!" Gavin chirped as he stretched his arms out to Ben while I sighed. Gavin had been addicted to watching his favorite animation, 'Ben 10', and ever since he got to know that his dad's best friend was bearing Ben. He started calling him Ben ten. I glanced at Beatrice who looked stiff on her seat and looked pale all of a sudden as her gaze caught mine. "I thought you weren't coming," Lucas said as he stared at Ben.

he murmurs, grin intact. “The ceiling,” I reply with a finger jerking upwards. Ben’s blue eyes gleam with an unnamed emotion, he chuckles, a sexy sound that melts the anger I am desperately trying to hang onto. “Yeah.” He pushes one leg forward, clears his throat without saying a word. Is the badboy nervous? Why is he talking to me? Shouldn’t he be rushing out to have lunch with his diva of a girlfriend? “I... Tee.” Oh, no, not again. “I know you fight. I do too.” He drags a hand through his face, pulling his lower lip to reveal his perfect dentition. He should be the face for toothpaste brands. I start shaking my head. “Don’t bother denying it.” He tilts his head to the side. “You were ther

Being the usual trouble maker, Benjamin moved from the queue, went up to counter and turned to look at Tiana. Imitating a lady like posture, he smacked his lips. "Did you get your heart broken, you act like someone with heart issues." He jested with his eyes dancing in mischief. Giggling to emphasize his point, he whispered. “I could help you out though, I have some group of friends." Tiana huffed and puffed at his sight. “Excuse me mister, do I bloody know you from somewhere?" She asked. "We might have met one time, you seem familiar. And it nice to meet yah!" Benjamin beamed with a mischievous grin. Shaking his head in an hair flip manner, he extended his hands for an handshake.