Benny From Sandlot Novels & Stories

Benny thought, "Hah, what a sheltered idiot. Even if I take you to meet the manager, do you think they'll hire you? This is Banilor Clinic, not a gathering place for any random nobody." Regardless, Benny had now earned 10,000 dollars.

No answers, as she wandered into the forests. Benny Blanco relaxed by the Bar, as he requested for a bottle of rum, and he sat by the counter, the place was filled with whatever people you could think of, from ex convicts, petty thieves to bandits and the like, and here he was celebrating his sixteenth birthday, in a bar, his master wouldn’t be more proud.

“Aрrіl it’s me, Cаrrіе. Honey іt’ѕ going tо be okay. I need you to come wіth mе.” She turnѕ away frоm me. I kеер trуіng. “Aрrіl. Yоu hаvе tо lіѕtеn tо me, hоnеу. Benny nееdѕ уоu. Remember уоur dоg, Benny? Hе іѕ still in Iоwа аnd Bеnnу mіѕѕеѕ you ѕо much. We аll mіѕѕ уоu.”

No Ben, you have a girlfriend" he slightly cautioned himself. All through the way to Sandy's home, they moved at a slow pace in silence. He wondered where he had seen Sandy before cause she seemed quite familiar. “You don't remember me, do you?" Sandy's voice broke through his thoughts. “I can't recall, you do look familiar, have we met" Ben replied. “Sandy let out a chuckle and said "Tina's birthday party, you lent me your jacket, we had a conversation and you offered to take me home".

"Thanks for stopping by, I really appreciate it. I don't really know anyone else here besides you and Belinda." Dotty huffed, clearly annoyed for a split second before returning to her happy-go-lucky exterior. "I told him to show you around and introduce you to more of the pack, but he won't listen to me. I hope you'll forgive him – Benny is truly terrible when it comes to females. He's a paranoid workaholic, and I don't mean to offend you, but he didn't expect to find his mate anytime soon." I took in her words before pausing, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion. "Um, Benny?" I questioned the juvenile nickname, watching as Dotty's smile intensified.

Benny is a 20 year old man, he has short, blond hair, black eyes, his body is well sculpted, he was wearing the same uniform as Jenny and well, they have been a couple since Jenny had turned 16 and had discovered that Benny was her Mate. "You just didn't have to puncture my lung..." I spoke and rolled my eyes and turned to my recruits. "I'll update your chart and tomorrow at the first practice I'll show you your progress." I saw them nod, confused by the whole scene they had witnessed. I turned to my friends. "Come on, I need to get my backpack to go to the other class." I started walking toward the interior of the castle. "How are you?" Benny asked me "Honestly? I don't know, I need to real

After ending the call, Kael leaned back in the driver’s seat, letting his thoughts go blank. Memories rushed in like a movie montage. But in the end, all that replayed in his head was that one phrase: Kael was just a stand-in for Atlas. He took a few deep breaths to calm down. Just then, Benny Dawson texted, asking him out for drinks. Normally, he wouldn’t even consider it, but tonight he said yes without hesitation. Why? Because Benny was exactly as his name suggested—friendly, reliable, and someone who always stuck around. They first met in high school, when Benny was often the target of bullies because of his size. One day, Kael and Naomi happened to witness it.

Ben asked, “What do you think about my idea?” “I didn’t do it because I can’t throw far.” “Well, then I’m gonna try and see what happens.” Ben climbed the ladder in the stockroom up to the roof hatch. He grabbed a handful of nuts and bolts to throw as far as he could. He tiptoed over to the edge of the roof and spotted the black sand monster. Counting to himself: One, two, three! Ben threw the nuts and bolts like a fastball. The monster undulated and crackled as it slithered faster than any snake could. Damnit! ‘That thing’s too fast’, he thought. Ben returned to the sales floor where Tommy and Paul were waiting.

Banez threw Johnny a water, followed by a beer, and Johnny slid onto a bench before stretching out his aching muscles. Max tapped away furiously on his phone, probably messaging his pregnant wife back home. Donnie propped up his legs and watched two SAS boys working out in the sun. Crazy British bastards. Slater took a long draw of his beer and settled back, closing his eyes. Johnny glanced worriedly at his usually jovial friend. His call sign had been given to him for good reason—he was named after the jock A.C. Slater in Saved by the Bell and was the quick-witted jokester in the group.

Benny frightfully replied to his buddy. "Calm down, Benny. Whatever killed him has long gone by now. Let's search for tracks first and scour the area around the body. We wouldn't want the chief to get angry because of our unprofessionalism, no? Hahaha!" Jack tried to lighten the mood of his bandit companion as he reminded him of their chief's love for irony. Benny was known for being a good hunter but when things go south, he was also first among the crowd to escape. He couldn't blame the man though. At least, that trait had made Benny survive until now. Low level bandits like them had short life expectancy. It was the nature of the job; a lot of them like to joke.