Ben Ten Ben Novels & Stories

I thought to myself, trying to hide the laughter that was trying to show on my face. Ben, on the other hand, was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, although he had a gown on top of them to distinguish him from humans. He was so smart and handsome. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders, toned muscles, six packs, and an attractive, charming face made him the heartthrob of millions of girls in the human world. They just freaked out for him.

And that's Ben. - "Ben"? – I asked. Holy shit! Ben was fucked squared. Ben appeared in the room, with disheveled hair, no makeup and a baggy shirt, only in his well-behaved panties, with his cock making an evident volume in the front. - Introducing.... Ben. – I pointed at him. - Surprise! - Ben... Is he a man? – she was amazed, looking at my friend from head to toe. - Theoretically... No. – Ben replied. - You're...

Alexander barked at him. “I’m afraid to tell you that the person you met was certainly not Mr. Ben. Mr. Ben is still at South Korea, and is not coming back, until next week.” Alexander hung up, angry. If that wasn’t Mr. Ben, who was the person he met with? He wondered why that person posed to be Mr. Ben and what their meeting was holding against him.

The weather looked foggy during our drive, but I didn't expect rain. "Mommy!" I turn around to see Ben standing at the threshold of his room, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He's probably scared. He doesn't like thunder. "I'll go to him." Marcus rises from his seat and takes Ben back to his bed before I can protest. It still baffles me to think how much Denzel and Ben have in common. From appearances to appetite, likes and dislikes, the similarities amaze me. Whereas I like rain, Ben was born with a fear and dislike for stormy nights, like his father.

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?

His head looks back at me and smiles calmly. “I hope Khaleel would find it.” Ben says His phone beeps instantly and he quickly pulled it out. __________ B E N E D I C T KHALEEL: Talk to her. Thank me later. He sent me another message and shows me a photo of his car keys.

asked Ben who was sitting next to Eren. "Yeah, pretty much Ben. Maybe it's because I haven't been exercising much lately, hosh hosh…” Eren answered with his breath coming out of breath. "Hehehe, this is just Eren's warm-up. We still have ten more exercises to do,” said Ben, laughing a little. "What?! There are ten more?!” said Eren surprised.

It seemed like there was no connection to the rogue rebellion. “Ray,” Ben said. “Yes?” “I have a name here that seems familiar, but I can’t place it,” Ben told her. “What’s the name?” “Thabita,” Ben said. Mikael and Rayvin looked at each other. “Where did you read that?” Mikael asked.

“Are you okay?” Shit. I almost forgot. To her it's only been a day and half since we've seen each other. I nod, smiling to ease her worry. “Yeah. Everything is great.” A groan sounds behind me as Ben lifts his large body from the ground. “Warn me next time you try to shove my body through the floor,” he says to Tessa. He towers over her, which is not a hard thing to do being 6’5. Ben is one of our warriors, a gamma through and through.

I heard Ben yell as he walked back into the room. I whistled as I looked him over. "Damn!" He grinned. "How do I look?" He asked doing a 360. "Like a piece of heaven," I responded, taking out my phone to take some shots of him. He looked amazing in a dark green suit paired with a tan colored turtle neck shirt and similar colored ankles shoes. I smiled and whistled repeatedly as I took shots of him. Ben sure knew how to rock his blue eyes and sandy hair. As I positioned myself to take one last shot, he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door. "Adrian's hereee."