Benson Be Gone Regular Show Novels & Stories

I replied to him. Benson sits up at the edge of the bed. He pulls his pants on and throws his shirt on. “Andie, I actually have to get to work now. I have a gig I have to complete and it has to be done tonight. I’ll text you in a little while.” He begins to walk out of the bedroom and soon I hear the door to the apartment close.

Then— Another set of footsteps. Slower. Heavier. Benson. He didn’t speak. He moved through the house in silence. I quickly stopped the recording. Saved it. Then sent a copy to Daniel immediately. No message. Just the file. Insurance. The footsteps passed my door. Then paused. My heart stopped. One second. Two. Three. Then— They continued. I exhaled slowly. A few minutes later— The front door opened again. Then closed. Benson had left. The house fell silent.

Principal Barbour says while patting his bloated stomach. His comment makes me smile. “No trainer principal. Just the pair of us. She trains like her life depends on it. The woman simply isn’t human.” Benson chokes on the water he is drinking. Oh god, he is going to die today. At least this time it won’t be my fault. I pat his back, trying to dislodge anything else he put in his mouth. “I think that’s everything for today, Miss Kingsley. You can go.” “Yes sir,” I said as I took one last look at Benson.

“Anything can happen to anyone.” Mr Benson let out a sharp breath. “Well, just don’t make a habit of disappearing. You know how much I rely on you.” “I know. I promise it won't happen again.” I said, giving him an understanding nod. “What about me, Mr Benson. Do you not rely on me?” April asked playfully. “You scare my young readers away, April,” Mr Benson said, causing us to laugh. “Just stay away from scandal too,” he added. I laughed as I headed toward the tall bookshelves with April trailing behind. It was a relief that he didn't prolong the matter. I wonder what I would have done if he sent me back home.

At the Bensons, the mood was lighter - on the surface, at least. Margret and Valery sprawled across the living room carpet, cushions tossed haphazardly around them. Laughter spilled out of their mouths as they watched the evening series on the coloured TV screen. Mrs. Benson laughed too, her voice warm and hearty, rising above the conserved studio audience. Mr. Benson shook his head from behind his newspaper, a reluctant smile forming on his lips despite himself.

"You don't even know how much I've missed you, I'd love to pin you to the bed right now, rip your clothes off and f*ck you so hard! Will you come out? I need you right now......" Benson's words were getting more and more obscene and revealing. Jenny frowned, she had to deal with Benson although she was extremely disgusted with him, "I don't have time today! You'd better pack your bags now and get out of the country, or Alex will find you and we'll all be finished by then!" Benson laughed low twice, "Huh? You actually kicked me out? Did Alex satisfy your bitchy desires all this time? Is he actually willing to have sex with you?"

“Why are all of you acting like enemies? We’re family! Can’t you see a way forward instead of fighting like this?” The tension in the room thickened, but neither Gerald nor Uncle Mark said a word. Grandpa Benson let go of Mark’s wrist and took a deep breath. “Listen to me,” he said calmly but firmly. “I have a plan that could get us back into the Norton’s mansion, back to where we belong.” Everyone went quiet, listening closely to the elder’s words. But before any further conversation could happen, Grandpa Benson gave a cryptic smile and left the room, leaving them all with their thoughts.

she explained “No that is a lie…… you’re lying to me” “I can’t be lying to you your majesty, please come with me and I will show you if that’s the family you’re here to identify” she said as they all walked towards the morgue Benson could feel his legs giving up on him, his Chel, who he had just finally gotten the chance to see was no more, not even a few miles away from him. She was no longer walking on the surface of the earth, not even breathing the same air as he was.

I did not know ghosts could feel revulsion! Jasmine buried herself in Connor's arms, allowing him to carry her back to bed. He sat on the edge of her bed, humming gently to coax her to sleep. Jasmine's eyes were closed as she savored that moment, so she did not notice how Connor's gaze flitted to the door. I was so bored that I leaned against the windowsill to gaze at the view. I would give anything to go home! Finally, after Jasmine had drifted off to sleep, Connor tiptoed out of the room. He took out his phone and pulled up our chat. The last message between us had been from me. It was a sticker, a pink pig blowing kisses.

He had seen me cry so many times I didn't mind crying in front of him. "Why aren't you gone yet July?"Alex asked walking towards me with a glare. Then when he reached where I stood, he saw Landon sitting comfortably on his couch and I saw him get so pissed. "Why the fuck are you sitted on my couch? You should be leaving with your sister."he was calm but I could tell he was pissed. . Landon smirked and I rolled my eyes. Way to get on Alex's nerves more. "Change of plans nepo boy. My sister is not going anywhere."he stated. Why was he so confident and goofy? I hoped there wouldn't be another fight.