Ben Talking Tom Novels & Stories

Beth I close my bedroom door behind me, the quiet click sounding far louder than it should. “Is everything okay?” I ask, settling onto the edge of my bed. “You sounded kind of serious.” On screen, Tommy leans back against a sleek hotel headboard, all angles and charm. He flashes a slow, easy grin. “Nah, nothing’s wrong. I just… FaceTimed because I wanted to see you.” I let out a breathy laugh, tension easing. “Jeez, you had me thinking I was in trouble.”

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.”

Tom declared with a determined look on his face, making Eliza wonder what he was up to. Eliza and Tom arrived at Benjamin’s mansion. It looked the same on the outside as it did before when Eliza used to live there. Though such a familiar place would trigger past memories, Eliza’s brain was clouded with one thing and one thing only which was her daughter. She couldn’t let herself get distracted from that. “Benjamin! Benjamin Clayton, come out here you coward!” Tom began to yell out of nowhere with his eyes fixed at the large balcony at the front which was Benjamin’s room.

"Next time he calls, tell him about the safe. And don’t bother with Becky anymore. After Alpha Tom sees what’s inside, he’ll hate her more than we ever could." A pause. Then, softly: "Focus on pulling him down from that Alpha seat instead."

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.

Tom didn’t feel humiliated by the end of this, and he was grateful for that. “That’s a laugh. You can laugh as a wolf. But you don’t talk. Well, that’s a little disappointing. No, telepathy?” The conversation flowed from here and Tom thought it was funny. Benedict shook his head side-to-side. “But you keep your mind and don’t go all animal.” Tom had to ask. He had to keep up the stupid questions. He couldn’t resist saying what he said. When he was done, he gave Benedict an apologetic look.

Another croak that was waved away by Tom. “Don’t push yourself, goddess knows you’ve not even blinked for over a month now. I wasn’t sure,” Tom waved his hand mid sentence and I got a feeling he did that a lot. “I wasn’t sure it really was you. But now you’re whole.” Another hand wave towards me this time, Becca smiled a little I caught a glimpse of it only cause she was next to me. I had clearly picked up on a trait she found endearing about the elder.

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 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.