Ben From Talking Tom Novels & Stories

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.

My heart had been galloping like Queen. “Got it.” Ben slipped the microphone in his pants’ pocket this time and flipped the box open. He looked up at me with a confident smile on his face. A smile that said, see? I know what I’m doing, dude. He cleared his throat like a grown man, making everyone laugh with amusement. “Um, you love Xandry, right, Mommy?”

ATTICUS “Watch your mouth, Ben,” I warned, voice low. “Don’t talk about my mate like that.” Ben’s lips curled into a mocking smirk as he rose from where he was lounging, tossing the ball from hand to hand. He closed the distance between us slowly, his gaze fixed on me with that familiar, taunting glint. “Mate?” he echoed, eyebrows raised. “She’s your fake mate, Atticus. Or did you forget?” I felt my jaw tighten, the restraint slipping.

Then, I played our phone conversation. "Honey, my right eyelid keeps twitching... Maybe you should stop for now…" "Shut your damn mouth! You're nothing but bad luck. Bye!" Tom's furious shouting echoed through the room. Next, I showed my text message conversation with Rex. Of course, I had carefully guided the chat. I kept asking questions to appear worried. [Is it safe?] [Can it be reinforced?] Rex's forwarded voice messages that Tom had sent included one that said, "Smash it! Stop talking! I've got money!"