Ben Talking Tom Novels & Stories

Bea adds. Ben looks upset. “I’m going to make some calls. Please stay awhile, Ellie.” Bea grabs my hand. I turn to her. She lets go and points to a shelf, “Blue, red, cream albums.” I go to retrieve the photo albums for her. She pats the bed next to her for me to sit. I sat, and we started looking at photos. Smiling, she says, “Tommy,” then points to another picture, “Robby.” We turn the page. A woman with dark curly hair stands next to Thomas. “Janet,” Bea says.

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.”

Then he said, "Are you happy now?" Becky told me Tommy had a very nice cock which was bigger than she thought it would be. She made him go lay down on her bed while she looked at him. He did as he was told, and she said she enjoyed watching his cock wiggle and wobble while it was standing straight up from his groin.

He said, shrugging. “Come on, don't be insensitive.” Ben scolded him. “I'm not being insensitive, I was just asking a question because I was genuinely curious. Since you said you weren't sure if she had any place to go to and she didn't have any family members, did she fall from the sky? It's an honest question, why are you trying to make it sound like I'm mocking him or her.” Damion complained. “Just keep quiet, Damion! Can't you read the room. Keep quiet.” Tom ordered him to keep quiet because he noticed Beck was getting angry already and it would only be a matter of minutes before he finally flared up.

Becky drove to Tom’s house again that evening. The sky was dark. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. She wore a soft sweater and a skirt as he had suggested. Her heart pounded with nerves and excitement. This meeting felt different from the others. Tom opened the door before she could knock. He wore a black shirt and pants. He looked tall and powerful in the doorway. “Come inside, Becky,” he said firmly. She stepped into the warm house. Tom closed the door and locked it. He took her bag and set it aside. Then he pulled her into a gentle hug. His body felt strong against hers.

He wanted to say something, but Tom spoke up, he said. "Why don't you want to talk about Bertha? You once loved her passionately, you did everything just for Bertha's smile, and you divorced Lisanna to be with Bertha. These are all good things you've done, why don't you admit it? Do you feel regret? Do you think you're an idiot?" Each of Tom's words carried a taunting meaning to Dominic, he seemed to have turned into an idiot in Tom's eyes. Tom is Dominic's best friend, but he insults Dominic several times, which makes Dominic feel strange.

He muttered, “Remove that picture.” “I didn't take that—” “I don’t fucking care!” Tom rubbed his head furiously. “Find him or whatever. I don't care! Just do something, or else I have connections everywhere. Only one phone call and you're finished.” Nate gulped. He got up and Tom immediately pinned him against the wall. “Am I understood?” Nate nodded his head. “Y—yeah.” He was relieved that no one was watching them. The great Nate Walker getting beaten by the newbie could be the best article written on the main page of the student magazine.

She thought as she smiled in between Mr Tom's words. “...the only medicine for my boss' illness right now is to set his eyes on your sister, Becky.” “Becky?” She exclaimed. The ending part of Tom's words took her off guard. “Becky is dead. Were not in her burial?” She said with some level of confidence. Mr Tom brought out his phone and showed her the footage of the staged accident. “We have discovered the truth and we know why your parents did it. I am not here to cause trouble, but rather, I want the address or how can I get to meet Becky.

“Is there a movie you’d like to watch?” “Tom and Jerry.” Benjamin ruffling her hair. “Want me to make some popcorn?” “Salty." “Got it.” Benjamin set the channel to the cartoon and kissed Bonita lightly before heading to the kitchen. As the familiar antics of Tom and Jerry played on the screen, Bonita felt her frustration slowly ebb. Her heart still ached, but she fought to keep her emotions from ruining the already strained atmosphere.

"Tom. What do you say we finish up now so we can get to dinner." "Ah sure thing!" Tom quickly pulled out his phone pressing the call button. "All clear? Alright here it comes." The girls all looked at Tom a little apprehensively. While he usually was a completely normal looking man, he was beginning to salivate as if eyeing a nice juicy steak or a beautiful naked girl and anticipation was killing him. Tom turned his back towards the girls facing the direction they had come in through. CLACK CLACK! BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!