Ben From Talking Tom Novels & Stories

Under his miss-no-detail gaze, her nipples sprang to attention. Swatting at his hands, she added, “Cut it out.” “Back off.” This time Ben’s disembodied voice sounded more menacing. “I’m not holding her,” Tommy replied calmly, not bothering to turn around. He finished buttoning her shirt and rubbed his thumb gently under her eye, where she’d tried to use makeup to hide the dark, puffy circles left by lack of sleep.

her gaze locked on the little one in his arms, "who is she?" Carlos smiled and put down Angel, "hey Lucy, can I talk to you and Ben?" "Of course, come in" she ushered them inside and they followed her in. Ben was lying down asleep in the bedroom when Lucy gently tapped him, "Ben, Tom is here, he wants to talk to you and I think it's serious." Ben opened his eyes and glanced at his guests, "Tom, is there a reason you are back here today?" "Yes. My family is here for me."

She clearly wants to get off the subject herself. “So. What do you guys do for a living?” Ben glares at me, then takes a slug of whiskey. “I make paper,” he begins. As he’s explaining about his paper company, I sip my tepid coffee, trembling a little. I can’t believe my stupid white lie came out. But neither can I believe how seriously Ben is taking it. For God’s sake. Who cares who nursed whom? I’m so distracted, I tune right out of the conversation, then wake up when I hear the words “move abroad” from Ben. Is he talking about France?

She is a ball of energy ready to burst, and Ben is focused and stoic. I am laughing so hard. I thought Amelie was going to be a handful. Becky refocuses. "OK, Mr. Benjamin, my mate. Sit back down. I have to serve dinner. We can talk after." Ben doesn't know what to do. He goes back to sit down.

"Let's welcome this brave and formidable gentleman onto the bungee platform, making him the first warrior of our bungee platform!" The crowd erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers. Tom, amidst the cheers, strode toward the audience, waving and acknowledging them with a Beijing opera-style stride. Bianca looked at Tom, feeling that he was truly incomprehensible. At times, he was solemn and not one to joke around; other times, he was full of variety show flair. At times, he seemed to suffer from severe social anxiety, and at other times, he exhibited signs of being an advanced socialite. But now, she shifted from sheer curiosity to concern for Tom.

Ben noticed Dean's reaction and flashed a warm smile, extending his hand toward him. "Hello, Dean, I’m Benjamin Winston." Dean’s body stiffened slightly, a wave of unfamiliarity and unease washing over him, making it feel like he could hardly breathe. His eyes instinctively flickered over Ben, but then quickly dropped to the floor as he struggled to figure out how to respond. The memories of the past surged within him, and he couldn’t help but question if he was truly ready to face these people. Though he tried to steady his breathing, a sharp sense of caution kept prickling at him, urging him to be on guard.

He hesitated for a moment before adding, "For saving my butt." A smile tugged at Hunter’s lips—a rare, genuine moment of warmth breaking through his usually composed demeanor. "I didn’t realize until now how good it feels to have someone to talk to," Benjamin continued, his gaze dropping to his hands as he fidgeted nervously. "Is it okay if we talk more often like this?" His voice wavered slightly, the vulnerability evident in his tone.

Pathetic, why was he talking like they gave birth to me yesterday? I mean almost everyone knows what the short name for Benjamin is. The car made clicking sound and it opened gently, and Benjamin walked out of the car with a smile plastered on his face. His never ending smile was still there, apart from Xavier who changed his attention to me, maybe actually. I think no one else changed in their ways. “It's been long Almyra,” Ben's voice jolted me out of my thoughts and he placed his hands into his pockets. “Well, it does not look like it was long to me actually,” I said with a hint of sarcasm in my voice and I smirked.

“Sir?” Wayne snapped out of his reverie and realized that Tom was holding the doors and waiting for him to step off the elevator. He stepped off the elevator without a word and made his way to his office. “Sir? Umm, excuse me Sir.” Ben spoke up meekly. Wayne sighed with exasperation but didn’t stop walking. “What is it Ben?” This better be good because he wasn’t really in a talking mood after seeing Rose walk away like that.

"What's the name of this estate?" "POM." He whispered. "What!" She widened her eyes, it sounded like porn. "What? I said POM." He looked at her. "It sounded different." She looked away from him. "How does it sounds to your hearing?" He had a sly smile on his face. "Never mind." She hissed and he laughed. Ben loved it whenever he laughed genuinely, the sound of his laughter was rich and effective. It always melt her like butter. "What's POM?" She asked.