Benson Be Gone Regular Show Novels & Stories

Meredith, we can start over. "But can Caleb come back to life?" Mom's voice stopped abruptly. She looked up at Dad blankly. After a while, like an old machine, she slowly lowered her head and stood. "...I'm sorry. "Truly, I'm sorry." She signed the divorce agreement and left Dad's home, limping as she went. Serena leaned against the doorframe and pretended to ask casually, "So... tomato pasta tonight?" I floated over to stare at her strangely. I clearly remembered they had not bought any tomatoes today.

Benson heaved a sigh and replied, “It’s been five years since we broke up. I’d assume that she’s already married by now. It’d be inappropriate for me to ruin her relationship. Come on, let’s go to the meeting.” “Okay,” Marie answered. Benson was about to get up to head out of the office when he suddenly felt a cramp in his stomach. He was in so much pain that he dropped to his knees. Marie exclaimed upon noticing the situation and ran over to him. “What happened, Mr. Benson?” Benson grimaced in pain as his head was drenched in sweat. He took a few deep breaths before answering shakily, “I’m fine. I think I might’ve gotten food poisoning in the past few days. Please help me to my feet.”

I wasn't with them but I was following stealthily behind them . I did stick around them enough to witness everything that happened. Returning to the sitting room with two plates of pasta to see Benson sitting calmly deep in his thoughts. His clothes changed to pajamas."here , eat ," Glancing at me briefly he took the plate from my hand,"thank you." With that he focused on the cartoon playing on the TV screen, the food placed on his laps not making a move to eat. Doing my best to ignore his sorrowful and lost self I sat beside him eating my meals while gazing at the screen too.

None of them answered Mrs Benson while Don asked her maybe she will eat indomie to regain her strength but Mrs Benson insisted that she wants to see her kid before anything or did something happen to them? why is it that nobody is answering her concerning the whereabouts of the kids? "I think she needs to know," Don said to Henry "Know what? and besides what is that sound I'm hearing?" Mrs Benson asked. "It's the zombies they're passing by so we can't make any noise for them not to divert here," Henry replied Mrs Benson.

“Usually, you’re the best drinker among us, even if you’re the first to pass out, but now you’re barely even drinking. You should go get laid later tonight, man.” Benson sneered and for the first time, he had stopped pretending to be Mr. Nice guy. He was obviously hurt and angered by what I just said, so he leaned forward in his seat. “You don’t have to worry about my dear cousin getting laid, guys.” He smiled again. “He changes women like clothes. But he wouldn’t have to go through that stress now that he has a surrogate in his house, doubling as his paid whore—“ I did not let him finish before I was leaning across the table, knocking his wine glass all over him and I grabbed his collar, ne

“But Hazel, things won't get better if you two keep acting this way—” “I have to go Fre,” I said as I pulled into my father's driveway. “I'm here already.” “Okay, but you should talk things out. Good luck babe, don't let papa dearest bulldoze you.” She said and I cut the call. “Mrs Hazel.” Benson nodded curtly in greeting. His face bearing his signature poker look. “Good evening Benson. Where's my father?” “In his study ma'am. Allow me to lead you there.” He said, walking ahead of me briskly without waiting for a response.

"Although he was not very close to Benson all these years, he did not expect this to happen so suddenly. " "Meanwhile, Benson's condition became more stable under the doctor's treatment. Seeing Carlson like this, he said, ""Don't panic. It's not a big deal.""" Seriously? Then what if you were really gone one day? What should we do then? Carlson raised his voice. Benson looked at him speechlessly and did not know how what to say. "They had been distant from each other for too long. Not long ago, they had been arguing with for the sake of Nathaniel and Mango. However, he was questioning him about his condition now. "

She gave him her beauty. She gave him her dreams. She even gave him six years of her life. In return, Michael Sterling gave Meritt a mansion, a black card, and a marriage built entirely on pity. He never loved her. While she hid her scars and waited for her husband to see her as a woman, his heart remained with his first love, Stella. Then, on their sixth wedding anniversary, Meritt finally sees the truth—and something inside her breaks. A forgotten dream offers her a way back into the singing career she lost in the fire. Her flight to Italy is in thirty days. So Meritt makes a decision. Thirty days to reclaim her voice. Thirty days to rebuild her life. Thirty days to divorce the man wh

Jessica pretended to be ignorant. Benson smiled more complacently, "It seems that Ms. Bush has been busy walking the runway abroad and forgot to care about the situation at home. Recently, there is a new talent show of the man group! Now the talent show of the girl group of your TV station is not the unique eye-catching show!" "Is that so? Congratulations!" Jessica smiled faintly. "Don't congratulate us so early." Benson arched his eyebrows ironically. "When the show becomes famous... or when Mary goes viral and wins the prize of the annual most popular new star, please congratulate us!"

But eating in the sunny room wasn’t the same without Alex. “Where did Alex go so early?” I asked Benson. “He went to the association office for a few hours,” Benson replied as he poured me a large glass of juice. “He said he would return by late afternoon. I flashed Benson a smile. “He really is feeling much better.” Benson returned my smile, “Yes. It’s wonderful. He’s getting stronger every day.” After breakfast, I went for a walk through the gardens. I couldn’t stop thinking about the mistakes I made and how I could fix them.