Ben Ten Ben Novels & Stories

Kailee Bennett I should’ve just kept scrolling but I just couldn’t resist after liking one picture of Noah on I*******m. I swiped to his profile God damn. No matter how times I stalk his I*******m and how many times see the same pictures, I still get mesmerized like I was seeing for the first time. I keep telling myself to stop. But my fingers had a mind of their own. They just kept scrolling and scrolling I’d scrolled so far down Noah’s I*******m page, I was practically in 2020. Shirtless beach photos. Prom tux shots. Smirking selfies that looked like they were carved by gods and filtered by angels.

“She was kind enough to show me the way out after I got lost.” “It's very nice to meet you, Lena.” Ben was pure professionalism and politeness as he extended his hand in greeting. His grip was just as strong as Aiden's but it didn't inspire the same breathless flutter in my chest. He released me and glared at Aiden. “We need to get going. We're going to be late.”

Ben follows her lead. "Found one!"

I cleared my throat loudly. "Oh, I'm sorry. Jevan this is Ben. Ben, this is Jevan," Adobi introduced which was of a poor taste coming from her. Something wasn't right. "Hi, I'm Benjamin but everyone calls me Ben," Ben said, reaching out his hand. I shook it. Ben was an inch shorter than I was but his body-built made him look powerful. I could tell he work out. His complexion and skin reminded me of when I used to melt dark chocolate when I was a teen.

Sweetly. “I’m not,” Ben stood up defending himself. “I have a girlfriend.” “What?” Tina and Lee were both surprised. Ben was blushing, and I couldn’t help but beam. I faked coughing ‘Charity’ and Ben’s eyes widened. “What, n-no,” Ben rocked on his heels back and forth. “Better invite that girl to your party, Benben. You happen to have the worst taste in women with the Stanley boys,” Tina shook her head while returning to the papers in her hand.

Ben remarks, his words laced with a cryptic tone. Oryx's gaze shifts to Ben, her eyebrows raise in curiosity. "I don't appreciate vague statements. Please, clarify what you mean." "Hehe. I won't spill the beans. But, Oryx..." "What is it, Ben? You're behaving oddly," Oryx interrupts, sensing the incompleteness in Ben's words. "Don't trust everyone," Ben advises casually, taking a sip of his chocolate milk. Leaning against the shelf, his eyes convey more than his spoken words, leaving Oryx perplexed about his sudden cryptic warning.

Ben teased, a smile creeping back onto his face. As they walked, Kit’s mind wandered back to Ben’s words about P’First, and he couldn’t help but shake his head in amusement. “You know,” Kit said, nudging Ben’s shoulder, “I think you’re already more tangled up with P’First than you’re willing to admit.” Ben raised an eyebrow, shooting Kit a playful glare. “Oh, don’t start with that. I’m just taking it slow. P’First isn’t exactly a straightforward guy, you know? Complicated is putting it lightly.”

Leave me a comment #TeamBen #TeamAdam, which one are you? Please spare me a gem if you can….love and light to you all.

Make no mistake, he could be bad and inconsiderate or just mean, but it was more to do with not thinking than being an evil soul, at least in my humble opinion. Ben was a follower. I say that because wherever Paul went, Ben followed. He wasn’t a thinker either, nor a leader. If Paul did it, then Ben had to as well. Ben was about five-foot-eight with an average build. He had straight dark brown hair and wore disco clothes whenever he could. I would have been embarrassed, but Ben had no shame. His entire goal in life was, as he put it, ‘To get as much—a bad word—as I can before I die.’

Would it be a sin "If I can't help falling in love with you?" Peter was surprised when West sang along with him at the last line. West turned to him with a grin, eyeing Peter's flushed face. "I sing at the bathroom sometimes," comment West. Peter rolled his eyes at the taller man who's laughing at his reaction. West’s really easy-going, Peter thought. That’s what he observed. It seems like he has no problem at all except for the fact that he has insomnia. Other than that, West’s personality is contagious. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask." Peter turned to West, questioning. "Your guitar. There’s a word Sunny engraved on it. Is that a name of a person?"